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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Oneida, Hot Snakes, Oblivians, E-Dancer, Matthew Bourne, Glambeats Corp., Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Fire Engines, Spandau Ballet, Minutemen, PIL, Dual Sessions, Nils Olav, Albert Ayler, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Lightning Bolt, Kayak, MDC, Franke, Soul Sonic Force, The United States of America, Michelle Simonal, Shuggie Otis, Rekid, Shoche, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Agitation Free, The Star Department, Cecil Taylor, Sugar Minott, Fear, The Mojo Men, Gong, R.M.O., Joe Finger, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Wolf Eyes, Janne Schatter, The Misunderstood, Jandek, Eli Mardock, Lower 48, Stiv Bators, Bootsy Collins, Maurizio, Deadbeat, The Black Dice, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ajijia Myrayebe, Heaven 17, Kenny Larkin, Vainqueur, Eyeless In Gaza, The Durutti Column, The Real Kids, Barclay James Harvest, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Eden Ahbez, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.

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)