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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.

All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sight & Sound, Lyres, Simply Red, The Misunderstood, Soulsonic Force, Black Pus, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Dead C, Amon Düül II, Banda Bassotti, The Gories, Bill Wells, Dual Sessions, Avey Tare, Loose Ends, The Martian, Quantec, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Robert Wyatt, Babytalk, The Music Machine, The Slackers, Gian Franco Pienzio, Spoonie Gee, Dennis Brown, Charles Mingus, Delon & Dalcan, Deepchord, Radiohead, Lightning Bolt, Livin' Joy, Soft Machine, Althea and Donna, Eric Copeland, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Public Image Ltd., Pharoah Sanders, The Fuzztones, The Modern Lovers, Pylon, Anakelly, The Grass Roots, The Dirtbombs, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Quando Quango, Guru Guru, The Sound, The Offenders, Jacob Miller, Johnny Osbourne, The Leaves, Nation of Ulysses, Stockholm Monsters, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Icehouse, T.S.O.L., Morten Harket, The Motions, U.S. Maple, Tropical Tobacco, Soul II Soul, Bill Near, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.

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)