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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.

All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bobbi Humphrey, Grandmaster Flash, June of 44, Cal Tjader, Loose Ends, Fear, Joensuu 1685, Barclay James Harvest, Youth Brigade, Scan 7, Donald Byrd, Soft Cell, Connie Case, John Cale, The Gories, Kas Product, The Dave Clark Five, Surgeon, UT, Mantronix, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Tomorrow, Jerry Gold Smith, The Last Poets, The Searchers, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Archie Shepp, Gastr Del Sol, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Nick Fraelich, Lucky Dragons, Model 500, Pulsallama, Mad Mike, Lou Reed & Metallica, Marc Almond, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Massinfluence, Minor Threat, Jacques Brel, Glenn Branca, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Lou Reed & John Cale, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Pretty Things, Throbbing Gristle, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Sixth Finger, Godley & Creme, Peter and Kerry, Lower 48, China Crisis, Ajijia Myrayebe, Kevin Saunderson, Erasure, Bronski Beat, Isaac Hayes, Niagra, Suicide, Joe Smooth, The Residents, The Monks, Larry & the Blue Notes, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.

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)