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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.

All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Monks, Silicon Teens, The Moody Blues, 10cc, The Count Five, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, K-Klass, Flamin' Groovies, Television Personalities, Yaz, Soul II Soul, A Certain Ratio, Q65, The Busters, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Kurtis Blow, Max Romeo, The Doobie Brothers, Clear Light, Buzzcocks, The Chocolate Watch Band, Nils Olav, The Modern Lovers, Susan Cadogan, Steve Hackett, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Blancmange, Shoche, Soft Machine, Robert Hood, David Axelrod, Kool Moe Dee, Danielle Patucci, Godley & Creme, Das Ding, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Radiohead, Amon Düül II, Desert Stars, Animal Collective, Robert Görl, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Shadows of Knight, The Mojo Men, Kevin Saunderson, Dawn Penn, Echospace, Bootsy Collins, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Von Mondo, Carl Craig, Lakeside, Aloha Tigers, The Last Poets, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Black Bananas, Patti Smith, Soft Cell, ABBA, Yusef Lateef, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.

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)