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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.

All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Idris Muhammad, Lightning Bolt, Grey Daturas, The Young Rascals, Delta 5, UT, Metal Thangz, Jerry Gold Smith, Scott Walker, Sight & Sound, the Bar-Kays, Archie Shepp, the Fania All-Stars, Graham Central Station, kango's stein massive, Minny Pops, Josef K, Chris Corsano, Niagra, Masters at Work, John Coltrane, The Fire Engines, Black Flag, Cecil Taylor, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Gladiators, The Toasters, Skaos, Jeff Lynne, Marshall Jefferson, Agitation Free, Echo & the Bunnymen, Bobby Hutcherson, The Neon Judgement, Subhumans, Spandau Ballet, Altered Images, Sunsets and Hearts, Jawbox, Silicon Teens, Mo-Dettes, Skarface, Swell Maps, Cabaret Voltaire, Donny Hathaway, Gil Scott Heron, Faraquet, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Technova, Gang Starr, Deadbeat, The Human League, F. McDonald, Reagan Youth, AZ, Throbbing Gristle, Sun City Girls, The Standells, B.T. Express, The Stooges, Von Mondo, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.

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)