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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.

All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Slave, Sandy B, Ponytail, Deepchord, Ornette Coleman, June of 44, Circle Jerks, Bad Manners, Soulsonic Force, Sonic Youth, Monolake, Barrington Levy, Popol Vuh, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Nation of Ulysses, K-Klass, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Qualms, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nick Fraelich, Sly & The Family Stone, U.S. Maple, These Immortal Souls, Gong, Loose Ends, Wings, Duran Duran, Camouflage, Mantronix, Stockholm Monsters, Groovy Waters, Larry & the Blue Notes, Zero Boys, Excepter, Delta 5, The American Breed, Crispian St. Peters, Oblivians, Masters at Work, Trumans Water, David McCallum, Ronan, Radio Birdman, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Joyce Sims, Simply Red, Piero Umiliani, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Dead Boys, Fear, Nico, The Busters, The Red Krayola, Skaos, Hasil Adkins, The Last Poets, Lebanon Hanover, Roy Ayers, The Trojans, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Robert Görl, L. Decosne, Stetsasonic, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.

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)