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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.

All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, David McCallum, The Monochrome Set, Wire, the Slits, Eric Copeland, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Standells, X-101, Soft Machine, Drive Like Jehu, Silicon Teens, Terry Callier, Arthur Verocai, Ken Boothe, Connie Case, John Coltrane, Byron Stingily, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Index, Barbara Tucker, The Cure, Gabor Szabo, Dual Sessions, Soulsonic Force, Mad Mike, Sound Behaviour, Jacques Brel, Audionom, The Mojo Men, Eli Mardock, Bobby Sherman, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Erykah Badu, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Essential Logic, Sparks, Radio Birdman, Outsiders, Lalann, Delon & Dalcan, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Au Pairs, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Bobby Hutcherson, Maleditus Sound, Kerri Chandler, The Slits, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Dark Day, Ponytail, Hardrive, Jerry Gold Smith, Camouflage, Yaz, Pere Ubu, Amon Düül, Das Ding, Piero Umiliani, The Moleskins, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.

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)