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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.

All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Gian Franco Pienzio, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Matthew Bourne, Simply Red, June of 44, Piero Umiliani, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Idris Muhammad, Black Moon, Kevin Saunderson, Duran Duran, The Kinks, The Royal Family And The Poor, Agitation Free, Moebius, The Victims, Masters at Work, Thee Headcoats, Matthew Halsall, The Sonics, Loose Ends, The Buckinghams, Interpol, Cymande, a-ha, Lakeside, Scion, K-Klass, Derrick May, The Blackbyrds, Bob Dylan, Motorama, The Techniques, Peter & Gordon, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Suburban Knight, The Invisible, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Angry Samoans, Terry Callier, Sight & Sound, Procol Harum, Lonnie Liston Smith, Skriet, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Davy DMX, Parry Music, Siglo XX, The Fall, Kenny Larkin, Throbbing Gristle, Echospace, Kas Product, Maleditus Sound, Flipper, John Coltrane, Ice-T, Pantaleimon, Bauhaus, ABC, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.

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)