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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.

All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kenny Larkin, Bizarre Inc., Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ornette Coleman, Ken Boothe, Deepchord, Animal Collective, Kerrie Biddell, Moss Icon, Graham Central Station, Simply Red, Skaos, The Mojo Men, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Moebius, The American Breed, The Beau Brummels, Second Layer, La Düsseldorf, Nik Kershaw, Idris Muhammad, DeepChord presents Echospace, Roxette, The Stooges, Donny Hathaway, Ponytail, Lyres, OOIOO, Yaz, Gabor Szabo, Groovy Waters, Man Eating Sloth, Davy DMX, The Pop Group, Crooked Eye, The Detroit Cobras, FM Einheit, Icehouse, Deadbeat, Don Cherry, Ossler, The Barracudas, Gang of Four, Talk Talk, Terrestrial Tones, Selector Dub Narcotic, Archie Shepp, The Blues Magoos, Kings Of Tomorrow, Eyeless In Gaza, Stiv Bators, Pagans, Wings, Bluetip, The Standells, Mary Jane Girls, It's A Beautiful Day, Laurel Aitken, Mo-Dettes, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Arab on Radar, The Smiths, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)