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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Green, Jesper Dahlback, Anakelly, The Fall, Scan 7, Fat Boys, Maurizio, Archie Shepp, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Con Funk Shun, Oneida, Bush Tetras, The Durutti Column, The Searchers, Al Stewart, China Crisis, Hoover, Harry Pussy, Todd Rundgren, Tommy Roe, Prince Buster, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Bill Near, Albert Ayler, Agitation Free, James Chance & The Contortions, Camouflage, Pantaleimon, Marvin Gaye, Gang Gang Dance, Accadde A, UT, Terrestrial Tones, Grauzone, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Buzzcocks, Colin Newman, Oblivians, The Fuzztones, Porter Ricks, Malaria!, Thompson Twins, Carl Craig, Iggy Pop, Bang On A Can, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Pole, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Blues Magoos, Bobbi Humphrey, Joe Smooth, Anthony Braxton, Byron Stingily, These Immortal Souls, Cal Tjader, Cymande, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, MC5, the Soft Cell, The Litter, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.

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)