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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.

All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Mojo Men, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Boredoms, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Barracudas, Echo & the Bunnymen, R.M.O., Glenn Branca, Gil Scott Heron, Frankie Knuckles, Lungfish, Sun Ra Arkestra, X-101, Alphaville, The Gladiators, Bauhaus, Peter and Kerry, Wolf Eyes, Barclay James Harvest, Ten City, Lou Reed & John Cale, Chrome, Deepchord, Gabor Szabo, Throbbing Gristle, The Kinks, Tubeway Army, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, the Association, The Jesus and Mary Chain, A Flock of Seagulls, Donald Byrd, PIL, Kerri Chandler, Scion, The Doobie Brothers, Dave Gahan, Pet Shop Boys, Maleditus Sound, David Axelrod, Radiohead, The New Christs, Spandau Ballet, Das Ding, Anakelly, Sexual Harrassment, Jeru the Damaja, Minutemen, Youth Brigade, Hasil Adkins, These Immortal Souls, Tomorrow, Easy Going, Mission of Burma, Quadrant, The Smiths, Oneida, Cabaret Voltaire, Bobby Hutcherson, John Cale, the Human League, Moebius, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.

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)