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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Hill, Sun Ra, The Smoke, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Swell Maps, Animal Collective, Groovy Waters, Althea and Donna, the Swans, Piero Umiliani, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Lungfish, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, One Last Wish, Dead Boys, Aural Exciters, Malaria!, Jandek, Laurel Aitken, KRS-One, The Moleskins, Index, The Toasters, ABC, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tom Boy, Thompson Twins, Visage, La Düsseldorf, Ohio Players, Oblivians, Jeru the Damaja, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Litter, Funkadelic, Slick Rick, The Names, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Brothers Johnson, Talk Talk, Guru Guru, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Quadrant, Derrick May, Tim Buckley, Brick, Main Source, Ajijia Myrayebe, Fad Gadget, Intrusion, Joe Smooth, Au Pairs, The Chocolate Watch Band, Howard Jones, Lucky Dragons, Lower 48, Jesper Dahlbäck, Sam Rivers, Absolute Body Control, Barry Ungar, Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.

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)