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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, The Dave Clark Five, The Real Kids, Funky Four + One, Barrington Levy, Connie Case, The Cosmic Jokers, Cymande, Oppenheimer Analysis, Crispy Ambulance, Al Stewart, Tom Boy, Sunsets and Hearts, The Victims, DNA, Boredoms, Donald Byrd, Joensuu 1685, Massinfluence, The Associates, Agitation Free, The Birthday Party, L. Decosne, Young Marble Giants, Chris Corsano, Dawn Penn, Althea and Donna, Crooked Eye, A Flock of Seagulls, Ultramagnetic MC's, Oneida, Swell Maps, Lalann, Nick Fraelich, Ice-T, Banda Bassotti, Sound Behaviour, Vainqueur, Radio Birdman, UT, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lee Hazlewood, The Angels of Light, Scratch Acid, Cecil Taylor, Lou Christie, Au Pairs, The Gap Band, Glambeats Corp., Whodini, Silicon Teens, Johnny Osbourne, Kerri Chandler, Anthony Braxton, Zero Boys, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Aloha Tigers, Parry Music, The Detroit Cobras, Marshall Jefferson, Ponytail, Neil Young, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.

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)