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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.

All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Supertramp, Funkadelic, Grey Daturas, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Max Romeo, Brick, Freddie Wadling, OOIOO, Television, The Shadows of Knight, This Heat, Eli Mardock, Roy Ayers, Schoolly D, Gichy Dan, One Last Wish, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Birthday Party, Quadrant, Matthew Bourne, Moby Grape, Sexual Harrassment, Massinfluence, Blake Baxter, Andrew Hill, The Detroit Cobras, Mantronix, Y Pants, Alice Coltrane, Juan Atkins, The Vogues, the Bar-Kays, Sister Nancy, A Flock of Seagulls, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, DeepChord presents Echospace, New Order, Alison Limerick, Babytalk, Animal Collective, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, the Fania All-Stars, Duran Duran, Ash Ra Tempel, The Music Machine, The Last Poets, Q and Not U, Aural Exciters, Leonard Cohen, Scan 7, Mandrill, Oblivians, Dawn Penn, The Star Department, Avey Tare, Mr. Review, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Aloha Tigers, Suburban Knight, Chris Corsano, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.

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)