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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.

All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Heaven 17, The Velvet Underground, Robert Wyatt, Vainqueur, X-101, Wasted Youth, Soft Machine, Altered Images, Ultravox, Johnny Osbourne, The Offenders, Marcia Griffiths, Donald Byrd, Moss Icon, Quadrant, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, cv313, Funky Four + One, Q and Not U, The Fugs, Blancmange, Mark Hollis, Gong, Shoche, Blake Baxter, Derrick Morgan, Adolescents, Fad Gadget, The Evens, Bizarre Inc., Kenny Larkin, Alice Coltrane, Eden Ahbez, the Slits, Al Stewart, Scientists, Gang Gang Dance, Pierre Henry, Kas Product, UT, Faraquet, Roxy Music, Todd Terry, Ronnie Foster, The Buckinghams, Aural Exciters, Althea and Donna, London Community Gospel Choir, Crime, Infiniti, Jeff Mills, Procol Harum, The Star Department, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Little Man, Kerri Chandler, Joey Negro, Dawn Penn, Grauzone, Carl Craig, The Raincoats, Guru Guru, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.

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)