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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.

All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?

Country Teasers, Intrusion, Frankie Knuckles, Todd Terry, Drive Like Jehu, Aural Exciters, John Coltrane, The Move, The Moleskins, Adolescents, Metal Thangz, Surgeon, Dark Day, Josef K, Visage, Chris Corsano, Soulsonic Force, Wasted Youth, Bobby Womack, New York Dolls, Mars, Scan 7, Section 25, The Beau Brummels, Dual Sessions, The Martian, The Monochrome Set, Con Funk Shun, The Selecter, Stiv Bators, Depeche Mode, DJ Sneak, kango's stein massive, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, UT, Fluxion, The Litter, the Normal, Shuggie Otis, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, 8 Eyed Spy, The Angels of Light, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Delta 5, Joy Division, Wally Richardson, Kas Product, Boz Scaggs, Roy Ayers, Grandmaster Flash, Terry Callier, Y Pants, Lungfish, Echo & the Bunnymen, Icehouse, The Happenings, Bad Manners, Marvin Gaye, The Names, The Motions, The Smoke, Tom Boy, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)