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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Blossom Toes, Animal Collective, Sonny Sharrock, Y Pants, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Hot Snakes, Maurizio, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Arcadia, Infiniti, The Five Americans, The Cosmic Jokers, Ice-T, Mary Jane Girls, Bobby Byrd, Symarip, Henry Cow, The Modern Lovers, Skriet, Kayak, Scan 7, Motorama, Spoonie Gee, The American Breed, Bluetip, Quadrant, Average White Band, Theoretical Girls, Fad Gadget, Skaos, Marine Girls, Gerry Rafferty, Alton Ellis, Althea and Donna, OOIOO, Nils Olav, The Smiths, The Chocolate Watch Band, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Ten City, Selector Dub Narcotic, Tears for Fears, Icehouse, Faraquet, The Knickerbockers, The Shadows of Knight, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Babytalk, The Gun Club, The Seeds, Circle Jerks, Thee Headcoats, Model 500, Ponytail, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Pretty Things, Warren Ellis, Cameo, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.

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)