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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Knickerbockers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Kerrie Biddell, Gerry Rafferty, Average White Band, ABBA, Chrome, Jimmy McGriff, Traffic Nightmare, Accadde A, Deepchord, This Heat, F. McDonald, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Dennis Brown, Pere Ubu, The Sisters of Mercy, The Leaves, Wally Richardson, Supertramp, Ultra Naté, Gregory Isaacs, The Monochrome Set, Rapeman, Subhumans, Judy Mowatt, Brass Construction, The Happenings, Bobby Womack, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Unwound, Gong, Metal Thangz, Dave Gahan, Reagan Youth, Mandrill, Inner City, The Selecter, Fort Wilson Riot, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Niagra, Hot Snakes, Lalann, The Kinks, Arab on Radar, Lakeside, Joy Division, Severed Heads, The Divine Comedy, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, David McCallum, Tubeway Army, Sly & The Family Stone, Jeru the Damaja, Mission of Burma, Black Pus, Godley & Creme, Steve Hackett, Basic Channel, Ash Ra Tempel, Robert Görl, Charles Mingus, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.

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)