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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.

All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Harpers Bizarre, Chris & Cosey, John Holt, LL Cool J, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Johnny Osbourne, Cecil Taylor, Wings, David Axelrod, Roy Ayers, The Neon Judgement, Ken Boothe, Kas Product, Scientists, Kurtis Blow, Hashim, Gang Starr, The Standells, Ralphi Rosario, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Doobie Brothers, The Invisible, Anthony Braxton, Jimmy McGriff, Scott Walker, the Soft Cell, Juan Atkins, Thee Headcoats, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Sunsets and Hearts, The Wake, Public Image Ltd., Agent Orange, Bobby Womack, Television, Skriet, Section 25, Bobby Sherman, The Fuzztones, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Susan Cadogan, Radio Birdman, Joensuu 1685, Royal Trux, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Buzzcocks, Oneida, Ultimate Spinach, Aloha Tigers, Hot Snakes, T. Rex, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Isaac Hayes, Marine Girls, Sällskapet, Davy DMX, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Pole, JFA, Marc Almond, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.

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)