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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.

All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ash Ra Tempel, Aloha Tigers, E-Dancer, Steve Hackett, Sun City Girls, Pet Shop Boys, Big Daddy Kane, Tropical Tobacco, Echospace, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sugar Minott, Man Parrish, Kool Moe Dee, Kas Product, Rapeman, Cybotron, Ultramagnetic MC's, Delta 5, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Banda Bassotti, Jandek, The Move, Brick, Robert Hood, A Certain Ratio, The Red Krayola, Lou Christie, John Holt, Sex Pistols, Flamin' Groovies, Siglo XX, Duran Duran, X-Ray Spex, The American Breed, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Smoke, Dave Gahan, The Motions, Ossler, Tom Boy, Los Fastidios, The Saints, Man Eating Sloth, Black Pus, Leonard Cohen, Nils Olav, Clear Light, Fat Boys, PIL, Bizarre Inc., James White and The Blacks, Pylon, Shuggie Otis, Iggy Pop, Nirvana, The Velvet Underground, Patti Smith, Deepchord, John Lydon, Q65, UT, Max Romeo, Yusef Lateef, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.

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)