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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.

All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jeff Mills, Vainqueur, Absolute Body Control, Grauzone, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Last Poets, Hasil Adkins, Nik Kershaw, Be Bop Deluxe, Blake Baxter, The Red Krayola, Monolake, U.S. Maple, Jawbox, Sarah Menescal, Subhumans, The Smiths, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Camouflage, This Heat, The Blackbyrds, Circle Jerks, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Royal Family And The Poor, Wings, Silicon Teens, Gong, The Music Machine, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Avey Tare, Minny Pops, Jacques Brel, Stetsasonic, Altered Images, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Mandrill, Swell Maps, Crispian St. Peters, The Moody Blues, Basic Channel, Gang Gang Dance, Chris & Cosey, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Anthony Braxton, Eddi Front, Joyce Sims, Lee Hazlewood, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Lungfish, Sun Ra Arkestra, Essential Logic, Rosa Yemen, Gabor Szabo, Johnny Osbourne, The Monks, Larry & the Blue Notes, Neu!, The Shadows of Knight, DJ Style, Underground Resistance, Chrome, The Sisters of Mercy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)