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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.

All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Glenn Branca, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Golliwogs, Lakeside, Lou Reed, Cluster, Mission of Burma, The Royal Family And The Poor, Eric Copeland, The Victims, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Fugs, Quantec, The Wake, Blake Baxter, Harmonia, Deadbeat, Nik Kershaw, The Zeros, Tommy Roe, DJ Style, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Black Bananas, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Parry Music, Bootsy Collins, Ludus, Pere Ubu, Gang Gang Dance, The Fall, Warsaw, Crash Course in Science, Colin Newman, Junior Murvin, MC5, Barrington Levy, The Slackers, Byron Stingily, Agitation Free, Pussy Galore, The Residents, Mo-Dettes, The Monks, Don Cherry, Infiniti, Chris & Cosey, The Flesh Eaters, Boogie Down Productions, B.T. Express, Jeru the Damaja, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Barry Ungar, Fluxion, KRS-One, James White and The Blacks, Kurtis Blow, Rites of Spring, Sarah Menescal, Make Up, Black Moon, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.

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)