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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.

All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Junior Murvin, Delon & Dalcan, Arthur Verocai, Yaz, Johnny Osbourne, Jimmy McGriff, Darondo, Johnny Clarke, The Shadows of Knight, It's A Beautiful Day, Al Stewart, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, New York Dolls, Mr. Review, the Swans, Rites of Spring, Bobbi Humphrey, Make Up, D'Angelo, The Count Five, Sly & The Family Stone, Sound Behaviour, Scion, Lee Hazlewood, Toni Rubio, Country Joe & The Fish, The Grass Roots, China Crisis, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, John Foxx, Sam Rivers, Main Source, Albert Ayler, Jesper Dahlback, Bronski Beat, Sandy B, Heaven 17, Nation of Ulysses, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, KRS-One, 8 Eyed Spy, Harmonia, Sugar Minott, Josef K, Unwound, Ronnie Foster, Hot Snakes, K-Klass, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Rakim, Qualms, In Retrospect, the Sonics, X-101, Brothers Johnson, Minor Threat, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Moebius, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)