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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Piero Umiliani, Section 25, LL Cool J, Hot Snakes, Sound Behaviour, the Normal, Monks, Robert Hood, Arab on Radar, Joyce Sims, Procol Harum, Donald Byrd, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Minutemen, The Fall, The Birthday Party, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Angels of Light, The Martian, Skriet, F. McDonald, The Gap Band, Lee Hazlewood, Man Eating Sloth, Aloha Tigers, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Mars, Lindisfarne, Rakim, Robert Wyatt, The Dead C, Junior Murvin, Nation of Ulysses, Pagans, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Marcia Griffiths, Sex Pistols, The Litter, Young Marble Giants, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Sunsets and Hearts, Saccharine Trust, Dawn Penn, Derrick May, Lalann, Althea and Donna, Buzzcocks, Tommy Roe, The Human League, Letta Mbulu, Deepchord, New Order, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lower 48, Absolute Body Control, Rotary Connection, Donny Hathaway, Lakeside, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.

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)