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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.

All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blues Magoos, Brass Construction, Jerry's Kids, Joensuu 1685, Deepchord, Au Pairs, Lebanon Hanover, CMW, Mary Jane Girls, Nick Fraelich, Talk Talk, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Japan, The Electric Prunes, Sunsets and Hearts, the Soft Cell, The Residents, Derrick Morgan, The Durutti Column, Sun Ra, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Bill Near, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Maleditus Sound, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Althea and Donna, Jacques Brel, UT, DJ Sneak, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Matthew Bourne, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Amon Düül II, The Names, Flipper, Spoonie Gee, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Real Kids, Alphaville, Loose Ends, Johnny Clarke, John Holt, the Human League, Radiohead, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Chris Corsano, Josef K, Sister Nancy, Deakin, Eric B and Rakim, Maurizio, Soul II Soul, Suicide, Beasts of Bourbon, DJ Style, Black Pus, The Dave Clark Five, Sugar Minott, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.

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)