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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.

All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, The Sisters of Mercy, Stiv Bators, Second Layer, Essential Logic, James White and The Blacks, Dual Sessions, Sun Ra, Harpers Bizarre, Guru Guru, Dead Boys, Radiopuhelimet, Suicide, Avey Tare, Traffic Nightmare, Pole, cv313, Wolf Eyes, Kerrie Biddell, Schoolly D, Max Romeo, Chrome, David Axelrod, the Swans, Ornette Coleman, Ash Ra Tempel, Smog, Suburban Knight, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Juan Atkins, Panda Bear, The Golliwogs, The J.B.'s, Public Enemy, Sight & Sound, T.S.O.L., Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Saccharine Trust, Con Funk Shun, Rotary Connection, UT, Circle Jerks, Bill Wells, Young Marble Giants, Tubeway Army, The Royal Family And The Poor, Von Mondo, Delta 5, EPMD, Arthur Verocai, LL Cool J, Wings, Ludus, Hot Snakes, The Litter, Rufus Thomas, Dark Day, Sparks, Man Eating Sloth, Joensuu 1685, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Motions, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.

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)