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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.

All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Remains, Altered Images, Bauhaus, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Residents, The Raincoats, Slave, Soft Machine, Alphaville, The Searchers, Kerri Chandler, Jandek, L. Decosne, Boz Scaggs, Lower 48, Sam Rivers, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Scan 7, Mo-Dettes, Patti Smith, Kango’s Stein Massive, Average White Band, Glenn Branca, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, A Certain Ratio, Young Marble Giants, Outsiders, Eden Ahbez, Derrick May, Harry Pussy, The Misunderstood, Funkadelic, Lalann, The Standells, World's Most, Moby Grape, Theoretical Girls, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Nils Olav, The Stooges, Kaleidoscope, Wally Richardson, Reuben Wilson, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Guru Guru, The Divine Comedy, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Sonic Youth, The Gories, Deepchord, Letta Mbulu, These Immortal Souls, The Smiths, Albert Ayler, the Swans, the Fania All-Stars, Hoover, Lalo Schifrin, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Schoolly D, JFA, Essential Logic, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.

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)