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 Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Metal Thangz, Camberwell Now, Altered Images, The Fortunes, The Dave Clark Five, Ludus, Bronski Beat, Marvin Gaye, Scratch Acid, Pole, Oblivians, Bill Near, Kurtis Blow, Laurel Aitken, Panda Bear, Flash Fearless, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Alarm Clocks, AZ, Tres Demented, Prince Buster, Lucky Dragons, E-Dancer, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Dirtbombs, Rhythim Is Rhythim, David Axelrod, Inner City, kango's stein massive, The Move, The Cure, Sonny Sharrock, The Fuzztones, Roxette, Echo & the Bunnymen, Funky Four + One, Eddi Front, Nik Kershaw, Nick Fraelich, The Chocolate Watch Band, Sarah Menescal, Chris & Cosey, Sparks, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bobby Womack, Marshall Jefferson, Jeru the Damaja, The Walker Brothers, Technova, The Durutti Column, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Scion, Country Teasers, Lungfish, Vaughan Mason & Crew, CMW, Blancmange, Monolake, Be Bop Deluxe, Jesper Dahlbäck, Hot Snakes, Grandmaster Flash, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.

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)