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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.

All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Donald Byrd, Darondo, A Flock of Seagulls, Hot Snakes, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Slackers, JFA, The Trojans, Surgeon, Buzzcocks, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Anthony Braxton, Todd Rundgren, Brothers Johnson, Joe Finger, Unwound, Royal Trux, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, DJ Style, Derrick May, Maleditus Sound, Warren Ellis, Arcadia, Aaron Thompson, James White and The Blacks, Angry Samoans, Faraquet, Jerry Gold Smith, Sparks, The Associates, Big Daddy Kane, Minny Pops, the Swans, Gil Scott Heron, Little Man, The Golliwogs, kango's stein massive, Gong, Altered Images, 8 Eyed Spy, MC5, Blossom Toes, Sight & Sound, The Searchers, Lyres, Soft Cell, Carl Craig, Suburban Knight, Fear, Glenn Branca, Ultra Naté, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Offenders, Arthur Verocai, Marc Almond, The Misunderstood, Gian Franco Pienzio, Fugazi, Yellowson, Erykah Badu, The American Breed, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Alphaville, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.

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)