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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Patti Smith, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Eve St. Jones, Harpers Bizarre, 48th St. Collective, Joey Negro, The Blackbyrds, Bobby Sherman, New Age Steppers, Matthew Bourne, The Standells, Fatback Band, Can, David McCallum, Liliput, U.S. Maple, Rapeman, Faust, The Young Rascals, The Neon Judgement, Hashim, Scratch Acid, Television, 10cc, The Stooges, Ronan, The Fall, World's Most, The Buckinghams, Camberwell Now, Quantec, The Moleskins, The Human League, Average White Band, Monks, Saccharine Trust, London Community Gospel Choir, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Lalo Schifrin, Interpol, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Henry Cow, Surgeon, Dennis Brown, Nils Olav, Spandau Ballet, Severed Heads, Sex Pistols, R.M.O., Fluxion, Sad Lovers and Giants, Kango’s Stein Massive, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The American Breed, Silicon Teens, The Victims, Eyeless In Gaza, The Gap Band, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Lucky Dragons, Soft Machine, The Five Americans, Scan 7, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.

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)