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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Motorama, Section 25, The Martian, China Crisis, The Dave Clark Five, Terrestrial Tones, Big Daddy Kane, Pantaleimon, Lou Reed & John Cale, Scientists, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Liliput, Marvin Gaye, Funkadelic, DeepChord presents Echospace, Larry & the Blue Notes, Althea and Donna, The Techniques, Rapeman, Warsaw, Ultimate Spinach, Stiv Bators, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Aloha Tigers, The Residents, Bobby Hutcherson, Pere Ubu, Interpol, Infiniti, Nick Fraelich, Minny Pops, Black Sheep, Arcadia, The Happenings, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Motions, LL Cool J, 48th St. Collective, Mary Jane Girls, Fifty Foot Hose, Gabor Szabo, Flipper, Echospace, Lower 48, Mr. Review, Nils Olav, Sandy B, Juan Atkins, Crash Course in Science, Bizarre Inc., Technova, Louis and Bebe Barron, Minutemen, Kayak, Urselle, Rod Modell, Metal Thangz, The Angels of Light, Depeche Mode, Brand Nubian, The Slackers, Rhythm & Sound, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.

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)