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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.

All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Saccharine Trust, Bobby Byrd, Negative Approach, Henry Cow, June of 44, Bluetip, The Techniques, Cheater Slicks, the Human League, Thompson Twins, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Amon Düül, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Derrick May, Von Mondo, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Deepchord, New Order, Sixth Finger, Au Pairs, Country Teasers, Anakelly, Fela Kuti, Pussy Galore, The Index, Marc Almond, Joy Division, Scan 7, Susan Cadogan, Eric B and Rakim, ABBA, Quantec, Darondo, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Public Image Ltd., The Golliwogs, Marine Girls, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Birthday Party, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Smiths, Vainqueur, The Buckinghams, Tubeway Army, David McCallum, Nik Kershaw, Ronnie Foster, Half Japanese, Theoretical Girls, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Todd Rundgren, Kango’s Stein Massive, Con Funk Shun, Boz Scaggs, R.M.O., Lalann, The Pop Group, Dorothy Ashby, Barclay James Harvest, This Heat, Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.

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)