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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.

All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Happenings, Qualms, Scion, The Seeds, Quadrant, Yellowson, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Icehouse, Echospace, Das Ding, Suburban Knight, Todd Terry, Pulsallama, Harmonia, Trumans Water, The Leaves, Lee Hazlewood, ABC, Lungfish, Joe Smooth, Livin' Joy, Accadde A, The Monks, Al Stewart, Louis and Bebe Barron, Grey Daturas, New Order, Bill Wells, Danielle Patucci, Pantaleimon, This Heat, Silicon Teens, Zapp, Roxette, Neil Young, Skaos, Heaven 17, The Toasters, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Doors, Flipper, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Ponytail, Bootsy Collins, Negative Approach, Bobby Byrd, Lyres, Michelle Simonal, H. Thieme, D'Angelo, Jesper Dahlback, June Days, The Black Dice, Man Eating Sloth, Fugazi, The Fall, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Amazonics, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.

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)