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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.

All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Cosmic Jokers, In Retrospect, Junior Murvin, The Dirtbombs, Fugazi, Average White Band, Brothers Johnson, Ohio Players, Gang Gang Dance, Kayak, Soul Sonic Force, The Blackbyrds, Hoover, Moby Grape, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Tim Buckley, David Axelrod, The Pretty Things, Masters at Work, Kaleidoscope, Grey Daturas, Kevin Saunderson, Agitation Free, Gichy Dan, Joe Finger, Zero Boys, Sexual Harrassment, Skriet, The Stooges, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Deakin, Procol Harum, Gang of Four, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Sun Ra, Girls At Our Best!, Jawbox, Main Source, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Sonics, KRS-One, Man Eating Sloth, Donald Byrd, The Gun Club, These Immortal Souls, Ultramagnetic MC's, Rapeman, The Human League, Eurythmics, Bobbi Humphrey, The Cure, Warsaw, DJ Style, Surgeon, Scott Walker, One Last Wish, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Tremeloes, Heavy D & The Boyz, New Age Steppers, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.

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)