Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.

All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Essential Logic, Terry Callier, Danielle Patucci, Ajijia Myrayebe, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Bauhaus, The Golliwogs, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Cheater Slicks, Monks, Massinfluence, Rekid, Gastr Del Sol, The Smoke, Visage, Hot Snakes, Matthew Bourne, the Human League, K-Klass, Nas, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Jeru the Damaja, The J.B.'s, U.S. Maple, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Letta Mbulu, Bang On A Can, Siglo XX, Hoover, The Buckinghams, Lyres, Youth Brigade, Second Layer, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Audionom, Animal Collective, Silicon Teens, Bad Manners, Das Ding, The Vogues, Al Stewart, Fela Kuti, Sex Pistols, Nation of Ulysses, The Martian, Scrapy, Rosa Yemen, Q and Not U, Slick Rick, Jandek, Lou Christie, R.M.O., LL Cool J, Drexciya, Mad Mike, Minny Pops, the Bar-Kays, John Foxx, Judy Mowatt, The Fire Engines, The Cramps, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)