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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.

All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Vainqueur, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Man Eating Sloth, Spoonie Gee, Lou Reed & Metallica, Absolute Body Control, Urselle, The Moleskins, Radiohead, DNA, Delta 5, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Heaven 17, AZ, Drexciya, Hasil Adkins, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Peter and Kerry, Sunsets and Hearts, Guru Guru, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Jawbox, Bang On A Can, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Ultra Naté, PIL, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Gerry Rafferty, Gang Gang Dance, Gabor Szabo, Nik Kershaw, Thee Headcoats, The Fire Engines, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Basic Channel, Ten City, DeepChord presents Echospace, Roger Hodgson, Y Pants, Henry Cow, Dave Gahan, U.S. Maple, Newcleus, Sun Ra, Sister Nancy, Delon & Dalcan, Fear, Au Pairs, The Busters, the Normal, Lungfish, Howard Jones, Roy Ayers, Sight & Sound, Cabaret Voltaire, The Music Machine, Gregory Isaacs, Quadrant, James White and The Blacks, Pantaleimon, Bill Wells, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.

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)