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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.

All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amazonics, It's A Beautiful Day, Sunsets and Hearts, Icehouse, Eve St. Jones, JFA, The Doobie Brothers, The Wake, Country Teasers, James White and The Blacks, Bill Wells, Ken Boothe, FM Einheit, Trumans Water, Sex Pistols, MC5, The Modern Lovers, Au Pairs, Ultra Naté, Cheater Slicks, June of 44, EPMD, Alton Ellis, Altered Images, Ultravox, UT, the Soft Cell, Public Enemy, Todd Terry, Public Image Ltd., Eden Ahbez, Brothers Johnson, Swell Maps, Rod Modell, The Pretty Things, Little Man, The Barracudas, Metal Thangz, Smog, Piero Umiliani, Arab on Radar, The Gladiators, Zapp, Inner City, Soft Cell, Television, Kenny Larkin, Glambeats Corp., Gastr Del Sol, John Foxx, The Stooges, The Angels of Light, Ituana, Donny Hathaway, kango's stein massive, Faust, Cybotron, Technova, The New Christs, Index, Kevin Saunderson, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.

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)