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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.

All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Fortunes, Agent Orange, Qualms, Derrick Morgan, Suburban Knight, Panda Bear, Ajijia Myrayebe, Chrome, Cabaret Voltaire, ABBA, Leonard Cohen, Tom Boy, Colin Newman, Lindisfarne, Public Image Ltd., Andrew Hill, Erykah Badu, Bobby Sherman, The Skatalites, Minor Threat, Cecil Taylor, Ultravox, Average White Band, Dual Sessions, Barclay James Harvest, The Red Krayola, Howard Jones, Marshall Jefferson, Ronan, Minnie Riperton, Sound Behaviour, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Nik Kershaw, Shuggie Otis, Banda Bassotti, Toni Rubio, Kas Product, Sonic Youth, The Fire Engines, Albert Ayler, the Slits, Television, Maleditus Sound, Sight & Sound, Be Bop Deluxe, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Mojo Men, David McCallum, Lakeside, Moss Icon, The Five Americans, Eric Copeland, Talk Talk, Delon & Dalcan, The Motions, Flipper, X-Ray Spex, Big Daddy Kane, Lou Christie, Crime, Nirvana, Eddi Front, The Martian, Kurtis Blow, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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)