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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.

All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gian Franco Pienzio, Hasil Adkins, Marc Almond, Man Eating Sloth, Grey Daturas, Bizarre Inc., Index, Chrome, Alton Ellis, Neu!, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Gladiators, Silicon Teens, Skaos, Brick, the Slits, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, A Certain Ratio, The Monks, The Standells, Au Pairs, Kerrie Biddell, Flamin' Groovies, Crime, Radiopuhelimet, Lalo Schifrin, Technova, Thee Headcoats, the Association, The Beau Brummels, The Angels of Light, Barclay James Harvest, Terrestrial Tones, Eric Copeland, Boogie Down Productions, Pere Ubu, The Techniques, Soft Machine, The Invisible, This Heat, Rapeman, Amon Düül, U.S. Maple, Audionom, The Human League, Whodini, Young Marble Giants, Ash Ra Tempel, Lakeside, Stiv Bators, Panda Bear, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Fear, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Drive Like Jehu, EPMD, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Fat Boys, Eric Dolphy, E-Dancer, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.

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)