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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.

All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lalo Schifrin, Brand Nubian, Trumans Water, The Cramps, Kurtis Blow, Yellowson, JFA, Section 25, T.S.O.L., The Names, Donald Byrd, The Motions, John Foxx, The Monochrome Set, Sonic Youth, Soulsonic Force, It's A Beautiful Day, Stiv Bators, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Young Marble Giants, Porter Ricks, Neil Young, Slick Rick, Althea and Donna, Popol Vuh, Black Bananas, Joyce Sims, Soul II Soul, Qualms, Cybotron, Fat Boys, Scion, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Slits, Q65, The Star Department, Steve Hackett, Banda Bassotti, Simply Red, Kaleidoscope, The Beau Brummels, Prince Buster, New York Dolls, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Ten City, Bootsy Collins, Mary Jane Girls, Roy Ayers, Deepchord, Peter & Gordon, Easy Going, Shoche, U.S. Maple, Skarface, Camouflage, Joe Finger, Bobbi Humphrey, Magazine, Radio Birdman, Maurizio, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.

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)