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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.

All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Man Parrish, Gichy Dan, Bluetip, Kings Of Tomorrow, Byron Stingily, Gong, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Young Marble Giants, Newcleus, The Electric Prunes, Johnny Osbourne, New Order, The Vogues, Aural Exciters, Ultravox, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Altered Images, Angry Samoans, Qualms, Alton Ellis, The Offenders, The Black Dice, John Foxx, Hot Snakes, Trumans Water, Darondo, Cybotron, The Last Poets, JFA, Duran Duran, Mantronix, PIL, Livin' Joy, The American Breed, Dorothy Ashby, Pulsallama, Motorama, Suburban Knight, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Leonard Cohen, Curtis Mayfield, 48th St. Collective, Cal Tjader, Bronski Beat, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Swans, Hashim, Delon & Dalcan, Infiniti, John Holt, Japan, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, T.S.O.L., The Litter, Stetsasonic, Jeff Mills, Buzzcocks, Patti Smith, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.

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)