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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.

All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang of Four, Talk Talk, UT, Reuben Wilson, Dawn Penn, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Eddi Front, Tres Demented, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Angry Samoans, Hardrive, Mary Jane Girls, The J.B.'s, Q65, In Retrospect, Beasts of Bourbon, Slick Rick, The Vogues, Laurel Aitken, Television Personalities, Donny Hathaway, Boz Scaggs, Electric Light Orchestra, Alice Coltrane, Das Ding, Crooked Eye, Grey Daturas, The Durutti Column, Be Bop Deluxe, Simply Red, The Fire Engines, Deakin, Danielle Patucci, Flipper, Peter & Gordon, Amon Düül, Scan 7, Supertramp, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Pulsallama, Sun City Girls, the Sonics, Metal Thangz, The Divine Comedy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Tubeway Army, Heaven 17, Josef K, The Fugs, Rakim, Deepchord, Aswad, Swans, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Human League, Mark Hollis, Lalann, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.

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)