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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.

All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ituana, ABC, Gang Gang Dance, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Remains, DJ Style, Suicide, ABBA, Grandmaster Flash, Laurel Aitken, Alphaville, Gang Starr, Kango’s Stein Massive, Fela Kuti, Susan Cadogan, Wings, Tomorrow, Faraquet, Joe Smooth, Jacob Miller, 10cc, Clear Light, Chris Corsano, Ohio Players, Idris Muhammad, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Nico, Excepter, The Sound, Derrick May, Lungfish, Hot Snakes, Blake Baxter, The Shadows of Knight, Barclay James Harvest, Lalo Schifrin, the Bar-Kays, Minny Pops, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, In Retrospect, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Marvin Gaye, The Martian, X-102, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Deakin, Cheater Slicks, Louis and Bebe Barron, the Human League, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Sonics, Byron Stingily, James Chance & The Contortions, Lonnie Liston Smith, Can, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Brick, Half Japanese, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Selecter, Blancmange, Nik Kershaw, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.

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)