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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.

All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lee Hazlewood, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Second Layer, Barclay James Harvest, Oneida, Eden Ahbez, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Johnny Clarke, The Detroit Cobras, Toni Rubio, Jacques Brel, Fugazi, Flipper, The Human League, The Durutti Column, Oppenheimer Analysis, T.S.O.L., Susan Cadogan, The Beau Brummels, Harpers Bizarre, Mad Mike, Donald Byrd, EPMD, The Last Poets, Grauzone, Young Marble Giants, Althea and Donna, the Slits, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Stereo Dub, Letta Mbulu, Pierre Henry, Ultra Naté, Qualms, KRS-One, Malaria!, The Vogues, Scrapy, Oblivians, Animal Collective, The Martian, Maurizio, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Hoover, Crooked Eye, Bootsy Collins, The Sisters of Mercy, Avey Tare, China Crisis, R.M.O., Jeru the Damaja, Fear, The Birthday Party, Grey Daturas, The Standells, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Tremeloes, Nils Olav, Barrington Levy, Goldenarms, The Alarm Clocks, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.

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)