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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.

All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bush Tetras, Jeff Lynne, Gian Franco Pienzio, Crooked Eye, Alison Limerick, OOIOO, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Angels of Light, Leonard Cohen, Matthew Bourne, Gerry Rafferty, Goldenarms, The Gun Club, Stetsasonic, Royal Trux, Flipper, Lucky Dragons, Soulsonic Force, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Kayak, Q and Not U, Silicon Teens, This Heat, Sex Pistols, Johnny Clarke, Accadde A, Glambeats Corp., The Happenings, Eric Copeland, Rotary Connection, Parry Music, MDC, Pylon, The Young Rascals, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Derrick Morgan, Severed Heads, Boogie Down Productions, Infiniti, X-101, Cybotron, AZ, the Fania All-Stars, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Buckinghams, Echospace, Avey Tare, Sound Behaviour, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Star Department, Pagans, Jacques Brel, Cecil Taylor, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Laurel Aitken, Lou Reed & Metallica, Grandmaster Flash, LL Cool J, Sonny Sharrock, Minny Pops, Bad Manners, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.

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)