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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sam Rivers, The Detroit Cobras, Ultramagnetic MC's, James Chance & The Contortions, The United States of America, Marcia Griffiths, Gian Franco Pienzio, Warren Ellis, Peter and Kerry, Theoretical Girls, The Blackbyrds, PIL, DJ Style, Audionom, Y Pants, Nation of Ulysses, Oneida, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Gap Band, Deepchord, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Ultra Naté, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Aaron Thompson, The Sound, Eric Copeland, Yaz, Pagans, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Barrington Levy, Faraquet, David Axelrod, Bush Tetras, Swell Maps, Al Stewart, Ralphi Rosario, Wally Richardson, Metal Thangz, Qualms, Surgeon, Dawn Penn, The Grass Roots, June Days, Erykah Badu, Freddie Wadling, Letta Mbulu, Livin' Joy, Bob Dylan, Bronski Beat, The Tremeloes, Barclay James Harvest, It's A Beautiful Day, Patti Smith, Ornette Coleman, Q and Not U, The Star Department, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Clear Light, Eric Dolphy, Pantytec, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.

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)