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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.

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

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

cv313, The Raincoats, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, MC5, Adolescents, The Electric Prunes, Cluster, Davy DMX, Television Personalities, The Moody Blues, Ponytail, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Dead Boys, Main Source, MDC, The Litter, Derrick May, JFA, Accadde A, Howard Jones, The Techniques, Harry Pussy, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Slits, Pylon, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Massinfluence, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Bobby Womack, Gang Green, PIL, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Invisible, Bill Wells, The Sound, Fort Wilson Riot, Boz Scaggs, Sunsets and Hearts, Sparks, T.S.O.L., F. McDonald, Royal Trux, Todd Rundgren, Erasure, The Golliwogs, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Franke, Metal Thangz, David Axelrod, Erykah Badu, Kaleidoscope, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Freddie Wadling, Symarip, Johnny Osbourne, Robert Wyatt, Scott Walker, Guru Guru, the Normal, The Move, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.

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)