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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.

All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Echospace, Lee Hazlewood, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Fatback Band, Danielle Patucci, The American Breed, Howard Jones, Bauhaus, Rod Modell, The Raincoats, Fad Gadget, Gabor Szabo, Gian Franco Pienzio, Soft Cell, Godley & Creme, Reagan Youth, Thompson Twins, Flamin' Groovies, Blancmange, Kool Moe Dee, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Adolescents, Lakeside, Susan Cadogan, Curtis Mayfield, The Move, Michelle Simonal, The Wake, Pantytec, Massinfluence, The Slits, Jerry's Kids, Crash Course in Science, The Red Krayola, Joy Division, Delta 5, Gang Starr, The Sonics, Subhumans, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Durutti Column, Robert Görl, Scion, the Normal, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Electric Light Orchestra, Mark Hollis, The Real Kids, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Mars, The Human League, Urselle, Brothers Johnson, Kings Of Tomorrow, Minutemen, Wally Richardson, Tropical Tobacco, Charles Mingus, Jeru the Damaja, The Doors, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lower 48, Funkadelic, Larry & the Blue Notes, Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..

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)