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 Oman and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.

All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jawbox, Sight & Sound, The Moleskins, New Age Steppers, Peter & Gordon, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, ABBA, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Man Parrish, Ultimate Spinach, Nas, It's A Beautiful Day, Bizarre Inc., Ajijia Myrayebe, The Kinks, The Blackbyrds, Bad Manners, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Frankie Knuckles, Jeff Lynne, Dead Boys, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Rosa Yemen, Chris & Cosey, Ludus, Scion, The Pop Group, The Monks, Black Sheep, Fat Boys, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, a-ha, Kenny Larkin, The Invisible, Panda Bear, Pulsallama, The Mummies, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, MDC, Groovy Waters, Half Japanese, Kerrie Biddell, Nik Kershaw, Nirvana, Au Pairs, Bill Wells, Index, Slave, Crime, Bobbi Humphrey, Albert Ayler, Throbbing Gristle, Negative Approach, Soulsonic Force, Rotary Connection, Sixth Finger, Ossler, D'Angelo, The Flesh Eaters, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), U.S. Maple, Gang Green, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.

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)