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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.

All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül II, Eric B and Rakim, David Axelrod, Sällskapet, Nas, Scion, Babytalk, Porter Ricks, Thee Headcoats, Gang Gang Dance, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Juan Atkins, Liaisons Dangereuses, Joyce Sims, Amon Düül, Lungfish, Flamin' Groovies, the Soft Cell, Funkadelic, La Düsseldorf, Gang Starr, Godley & Creme, Slave, Peter and Kerry, Jawbox, Blancmange, The Buckinghams, Bronski Beat, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, MC5, Can, The Moody Blues, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Tim Buckley, The Fugs, James White and The Blacks, Max Romeo, UT, The Birthday Party, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Altered Images, The Evens, Quando Quango, David McCallum, Roxette, The Gun Club, Kool Moe Dee, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Ronnie Foster, Ultravox, Bobby Sherman, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Cowsills, Ajijia Myrayebe, Harpers Bizarre, Judy Mowatt, The Star Department, Jacob Miller, The J.B.'s, Severed Heads, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.

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)