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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scrapy, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sound Behaviour, The Doobie Brothers, Barry Ungar, David McCallum, Faraquet, Delon & Dalcan, Bobby Sherman, Henry Cow, Public Enemy, Camouflage, K-Klass, Scion, The Slits, kango's stein massive, Crispy Ambulance, Rakim, The Cowsills, Sun Ra Arkestra, D'Angelo, Agent Orange, Siglo XX, Neil Young, Brand Nubian, Ituana, the Normal, Deadbeat, The Detroit Cobras, Pet Shop Boys, Zero Boys, The Stooges, Steve Hackett, Eyeless In Gaza, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Country Joe & The Fish, EPMD, Stetsasonic, Youth Brigade, Das Ding, Leonard Cohen, Gang Starr, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, 10cc, Peter & Gordon, June Days, Japan, Wolf Eyes, Josef K, Mo-Dettes, Bauhaus, The Gladiators, The Happenings, Nick Fraelich, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Stereo Dub, Shuggie Otis, Jeff Mills, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Blake Baxter, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Fire Engines, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.

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)