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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.

All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Hill, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Talk Talk, Kas Product, Black Moon, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Underground Resistance, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Rotary Connection, Sunsets and Hearts, Fatback Band, Bad Manners, Rod Modell, Arthur Verocai, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Sisters of Mercy, Eyeless In Gaza, Frankie Knuckles, Infiniti, the Sonics, Amazonics, Camouflage, Warren Ellis, Audionom, Juan Atkins, Kerri Chandler, David Bowie, Lyres, Heaven 17, Wolf Eyes, the Normal, The Stooges, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Qualms, Swell Maps, Quando Quango, The Sound, Boredoms, Second Layer, Y Pants, Yellowson, Gang of Four, Iggy Pop, Brothers Johnson, The Grass Roots, H. Thieme, Boogie Down Productions, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Johnny Osbourne, Unwound, Kayak, Von Mondo, The Golliwogs, Simply Red, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Eurythmics, Newcleus, Icehouse, Jawbox, The Residents, Colin Newman, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.

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)