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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.

All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Faust, Fela Kuti, The Gap Band, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Scion, Dorothy Ashby, Funkadelic, Gregory Isaacs, The Mummies, Slick Rick, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Curtis Mayfield, Ajijia Myrayebe, Moss Icon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Kurtis Blow, The Smoke, Vladislav Delay, LL Cool J, Yusef Lateef, U.S. Maple, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Martian, Idris Muhammad, The Black Dice, Excepter, Jesper Dahlback, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, X-Ray Spex, The Human League, David McCallum, The Modern Lovers, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Audionom, The Angels of Light, The Cosmic Jokers, Outsiders, Hardrive, Godley & Creme, Gang Gang Dance, Sex Pistols, Eurythmics, Sparks, Sun City Girls, Erasure, The Detroit Cobras, Moby Grape, Intrusion, Soulsonic Force, Oblivians, Pagans, Arcadia, Sällskapet, Lightning Bolt, The Saints, London Community Gospel Choir, Duran Duran, Bill Near, Prince Buster, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Harry Pussy, The Kinks, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.

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)