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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, MC5, Gian Franco Pienzio, Liaisons Dangereuses, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Barracudas, Hardrive, Fela Kuti, H. Thieme, Vainqueur, Guru Guru, John Coltrane, Das Ding, Nas, The Dave Clark Five, Eve St. Jones, Cal Tjader, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, cv313, the Germs, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Nico, Barclay James Harvest, Marshall Jefferson, Simply Red, Harmonia, Freddie Wadling, The Kinks, Blake Baxter, Amon Düül II, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Shuggie Otis, B.T. Express, Skarface, Matthew Halsall, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, A Certain Ratio, Easy Going, The Walker Brothers, F. McDonald, Minutemen, The Fuzztones, ABBA, Throbbing Gristle, The Electric Prunes, Traffic Nightmare, Kayak, DJ Style, Deadbeat, Youth Brigade, Yaz, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Bad Manners, Oppenheimer Analysis, Bauhaus, John Lydon, Joyce Sims, Sun Ra, Magazine, Organ, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.

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)