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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dead Boys, Throbbing Gristle, Joensuu 1685, Jeff Lynne, Stereo Dub, Public Image Ltd., Easy Going, Little Man, Marine Girls, Skaos, Gichy Dan, The Fire Engines, Rites of Spring, The Motions, The Mighty Diamonds, Toni Rubio, In Retrospect, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Scott Walker, Mantronix, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Slackers, World's Most, Soul II Soul, Byron Stingily, Eric B and Rakim, Mars, Accadde A, Suburban Knight, Heavy D & The Boyz, Joyce Sims, Glenn Branca, The New Christs, Eli Mardock, DeepChord presents Echospace, Jawbox, Minor Threat, Frankie Knuckles, Ultimate Spinach, Trumans Water, Sällskapet, Bootsy Collins, Pagans, John Lydon, Gil Scott Heron, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Big Daddy Kane, Masters at Work, Negative Approach, The Young Rascals, Peter and Kerry, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Donny Hathaway, Chrome, Neil Young, Barclay James Harvest, Marmalade, Bush Tetras, Ash Ra Tempel, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.

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)