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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.

All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Fatback Band, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Echo & the Bunnymen, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Japan, Interpol, Goldenarms, Iggy Pop, Simply Red, Kaleidoscope, MC5, The Music Machine, Smog, Lower 48, Lungfish, Suburban Knight, The Monochrome Set, KRS-One, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Gap Band, The Motions, The Sisters of Mercy, Tubeway Army, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Sarah Menescal, Judy Mowatt, Q and Not U, Robert Görl, R.M.O., N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Offenders, Clear Light, Lou Reed & Metallica, Matthew Halsall, David McCallum, Funkadelic, Circle Jerks, The Busters, Bronski Beat, Dark Day, Sex Pistols, The Five Americans, Television, Make Up, Stereo Dub, Cybotron, Basic Channel, Second Layer, Crash Course in Science, Slick Rick, Jerry's Kids, Eddi Front, Camouflage, Sonic Youth, Joensuu 1685, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Hardrive, The Seeds, Technova, Pussy Galore, Deepchord, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.

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)