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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.

All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Main Source, JFA, Los Fastidios, Wolf Eyes, Technova, The Evens, Althea and Donna, The Tremeloes, Marcia Griffiths, Pere Ubu, The Smoke, Bluetip, Warren Ellis, Eli Mardock, Big Daddy Kane, The American Breed, Robert Görl, Television, Theoretical Girls, One Last Wish, Gang Gang Dance, The Fuzztones, The Fire Engines, Junior Murvin, Alison Limerick, DeepChord presents Echospace, U.S. Maple, Oneida, 10cc, John Lydon, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Bang on a Can All-Stars, the Sonics, Patti Smith, Bob Dylan, Brass Construction, Selector Dub Narcotic, Half Japanese, Funky Four + One, Dawn Penn, David McCallum, Ossler, The Move, Joey Negro, June of 44, Sunsets and Hearts, Fela Kuti, The Happenings, cv313, The Last Poets, The Selecter, Moebius, Essential Logic, Maleditus Sound, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Bobbi Humphrey, Cymande, Laurel Aitken, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.

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)