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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.

All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ten City, Desert Stars, Hasil Adkins, Darondo, The Neon Judgement, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Maleditus Sound, Echospace, Byron Stingily, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Audionom, Slave, Pharoah Sanders, Half Japanese, EPMD, Wally Richardson, Bootsy Collins, Frankie Knuckles, Bizarre Inc., It's A Beautiful Day, Patti Smith, Y Pants, Steve Hackett, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Maurizio, Accadde A, Flash Fearless, Unwound, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Depeche Mode, The Blackbyrds, The Remains, Lee Hazlewood, UT, Agent Orange, the Human League, Piero Umiliani, London Community Gospel Choir, The Happenings, Smog, Lakeside, L. Decosne, Sight & Sound, Scientists, Cybotron, Dead Boys, Idris Muhammad, Ash Ra Tempel, Anthony Braxton, Eli Mardock, The Gun Club, The Grass Roots, Franke, Loose Ends, The Shadows of Knight, Bush Tetras, 8 Eyed Spy, Tommy Roe, Technova, The Stooges, Soulsonic Force, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.

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)