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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.

All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Guru Guru, Andrew Hill, The Slackers, Scrapy, Minutemen, Chris Corsano, Motorama, Flash Fearless, Black Pus, Masters at Work, Zapp, Soft Machine, Josef K, The Electric Prunes, The Durutti Column, Minny Pops, The Stooges, Cameo, The Moody Blues, FM Einheit, Pulsallama, Public Enemy, the Human League, Joe Finger, The Pretty Things, Moby Grape, Janne Schatter, Rites of Spring, Rhythm & Sound, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, John Cale, Cluster, Negative Approach, The Shadows of Knight, Beasts of Bourbon, ABBA, Sam Rivers, John Coltrane, Television Personalities, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Eurythmics, Al Stewart, Jerry Gold Smith, New Order, Magazine, K-Klass, Bob Dylan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Sun Ra, Jeru the Damaja, Agitation Free, The Birthday Party, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Prince Buster, Second Layer, LL Cool J, U.S. Maple, Sun Ra Arkestra, Pylon, Tropical Tobacco, Anakelly, Animal Collective, KRS-One, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.

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)