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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.

All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Audionom, Marcia Griffiths, Tom Boy, Mo-Dettes, PIL, Rosa Yemen, Gang of Four, Kevin Saunderson, Mandrill, Agitation Free, Silicon Teens, Angry Samoans, Tears for Fears, The Black Dice, James White and The Blacks, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tim Buckley, Jimmy McGriff, The Cowsills, Lebanon Hanover, Minor Threat, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Selecter, Bizarre Inc., Robert Wyatt, Sunsets and Hearts, Lakeside, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Pantaleimon, Pole, Sly & The Family Stone, Barbara Tucker, The Dead C, Crispian St. Peters, Essential Logic, Little Man, Negative Approach, Los Fastidios, The Misunderstood, Fat Boys, Colin Newman, A Certain Ratio, Au Pairs, Freddie Wadling, Drexciya, Das Ding, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, kango's stein massive, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Alton Ellis, Lucky Dragons, Chrome, Harpers Bizarre, Crispy Ambulance, Kango’s Stein Massive, Shoche, Derrick Morgan, Patti Smith, Ultramagnetic MC's, Wire, Minnie Riperton, Suicide, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.

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)