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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Section 25, Danielle Patucci, The Human League, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Shadows of Knight, Johnny Osbourne, The J.B.'s, Crispy Ambulance, This Heat, Cheater Slicks, Goldenarms, Ronnie Foster, Junior Murvin, T. Rex, Sun Ra Arkestra, Tim Buckley, Deepchord, The Stooges, Lebanon Hanover, Soul II Soul, Schoolly D, These Immortal Souls, Faraquet, Soulsonic Force, Mantronix, Soft Machine, The Dead C, Underground Resistance, Robert Wyatt, Avey Tare, The Music Machine, John Foxx, Lightning Bolt, Joe Finger, Echospace, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Rod Modell, The Skatalites, Pet Shop Boys, Moebius, Neu!, Moby Grape, Slick Rick, Ultramagnetic MC's, Metal Thangz, The Real Kids, the Association, The Searchers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Fortunes, MDC, Nick Fraelich, The Modern Lovers, The Standells, Ultimate Spinach, Pierre Henry, Bob Dylan, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Leaves, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Kerrie Biddell, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.

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)