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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Erasure, Gang Gang Dance, Gil Scott Heron, LL Cool J, Outsiders, Camouflage, Sam Rivers, Aloha Tigers, The Star Department, Susan Cadogan, Tim Buckley, DeepChord presents Echospace, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Deakin, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scratch Acid, The Walker Brothers, the Sonics, Warren Ellis, Harpers Bizarre, Kevin Saunderson, The Zeros, Subhumans, Tropical Tobacco, The Selecter, Interpol, Moby Grape, Aaron Thompson, Ultimate Spinach, Terrestrial Tones, DJ Style, Panda Bear, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Pierre Henry, The Fuzztones, Pharoah Sanders, PIL, Niagra, The Grass Roots, Robert Wyatt, Underground Resistance, The Knickerbockers, Amon Düül, Chrome, Eric Copeland, Franke, A Certain Ratio, The Beau Brummels, Sparks, Neu!, Tears for Fears, Eve St. Jones, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Suburban Knight, Ronnie Foster, Can, The Doors, Leonard Cohen, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.

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)