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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.

All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Unwound, Groovy Waters, The Neon Judgement, Ralphi Rosario, Y Pants, Monolake, The Dave Clark Five, The Tremeloes, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Mary Jane Girls, Guru Guru, The Selecter, Aswad, Scrapy, Wings, Pole, Second Layer, Lalo Schifrin, Bobbi Humphrey, London Community Gospel Choir, David McCallum, Cecil Taylor, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Arcadia, The Sonics, Vladislav Delay, Quando Quango, Chris Corsano, Outsiders, Smog, The Cramps, The Sound, Pylon, Angry Samoans, The Music Machine, The Associates, Matthew Halsall, Rekid, Moby Grape, Youth Brigade, Lee Hazlewood, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Beau Brummels, Archie Shepp, the Soft Cell, Gichy Dan, Cymande, Kings Of Tomorrow, Leonard Cohen, Theoretical Girls, Tropical Tobacco, Albert Ayler, The Pretty Things, Basic Channel, Zapp, Shoche, The Chocolate Watch Band, Be Bop Deluxe, Los Fastidios, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Kurtis Blow, Mark Hollis, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.

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)