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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.

All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Victims, Pole, Roger Hodgson, Con Funk Shun, Pierre Henry, The Moody Blues, Funky Four + One, Be Bop Deluxe, Bobby Byrd, Bush Tetras, Al Stewart, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mad Mike, Scientists, Essential Logic, 10cc, A Certain Ratio, Magma, Flipper, Unwound, Gichy Dan, Liliput, Oppenheimer Analysis, Gang of Four, Harpers Bizarre, Max Romeo, Nico, Boredoms, Pylon, Lou Reed & Metallica, Amazonics, The Misunderstood, Kas Product, Second Layer, Kevin Saunderson, Flamin' Groovies, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Fire Engines, Wasted Youth, MC5, Minnie Riperton, The Kinks, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Kool Moe Dee, Harry Pussy, The Flesh Eaters, Sugar Minott, X-101, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Clear Light, Darondo, L. Decosne, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Stereo Dub, Public Image Ltd., F. McDonald, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.

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)