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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.

All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, La Düsseldorf, Nick Fraelich, Jacob Miller, Sex Pistols, Sparks, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Crime, Yellowson, Audionom, Bill Near, Junior Murvin, Sunsets and Hearts, The Fuzztones, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Music Machine, Avey Tare, Bizarre Inc., Donald Byrd, Au Pairs, Shuggie Otis, Rhythim Is Rhythim, B.T. Express, John Cale, Be Bop Deluxe, Silicon Teens, Rakim, Malaria!, One Last Wish, Wire, Babytalk, DJ Sneak, Boogie Down Productions, Todd Terry, Judy Mowatt, X-101, Sixth Finger, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, the Germs, Banda Bassotti, London Community Gospel Choir, Morten Harket, Unrelated Segments, Von Mondo, Eric Dolphy, Lonnie Liston Smith, Vainqueur, Tropical Tobacco, Negative Approach, Amon Düül II, Derrick Morgan, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gabor Szabo, Godley & Creme, Gerry Rafferty, Radio Birdman, Public Image Ltd., Ajijia Myrayebe, In Retrospect, The Slackers, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.

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)