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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.

All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Procol Harum, Lalann, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Real Kids, EPMD, The Tremeloes, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Eyeless In Gaza, The Gories, Electric Light Orchestra, Siouxsie and the Banshees, L. Decosne, JFA, Flipper, Nirvana, The Blues Magoos, Amon Düül, Robert Görl, Lou Christie, Saccharine Trust, The Golliwogs, Neu!, Gang Gang Dance, Bobby Hutcherson, Davy DMX, James White and The Blacks, Quantec, Moss Icon, Infiniti, the Human League, Metal Thangz, Reuben Wilson, Liliput, Q and Not U, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Neon Judgement, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Moody Blues, Bad Manners, Junior Murvin, Gang Green, Massinfluence, The Birthday Party, Angry Samoans, Fatback Band, New Order, Traffic Nightmare, The Shadows of Knight, Quando Quango, Scientists, Model 500, Godley & Creme, June of 44, James Chance & The Contortions, Sarah Menescal, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Yaz, Eric B and Rakim, Andrew Hill, Alice Coltrane, Accadde A, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.

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)