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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.

All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Wyatt, Aural Exciters, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Ultramagnetic MC's, Curtis Mayfield, David McCallum, Pharoah Sanders, The Smiths, Jimmy McGriff, Television, U.S. Maple, The Doors, JFA, Glenn Branca, Duran Duran, Arab on Radar, Jesper Dahlback, Charles Mingus, Ash Ra Tempel, Cybotron, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Searchers, In Retrospect, Ohio Players, Marc Almond, Half Japanese, kango's stein massive, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Sisters of Mercy, Alphaville, A Certain Ratio, Black Sheep, the Bar-Kays, Joy Division, The Mummies, Slave, It's A Beautiful Day, Mantronix, Josef K, Rosa Yemen, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Sound Behaviour, The Doobie Brothers, Thee Headcoats, Deepchord, Sly & The Family Stone, Subhumans, Surgeon, Swell Maps, The Blues Magoos, Archie Shepp, Magazine, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Scan 7, The Real Kids, Amon Düül, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Drexciya, The Remains, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Robert Hood, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.

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)