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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.

All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Radio Birdman, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Anthony Braxton, Roxette, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Doors, Technova, Kayak, Terry Callier, Yaz, Tropical Tobacco, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Easy Going, The American Breed, Babytalk, Althea and Donna, Lou Reed, Joyce Sims, Juan Atkins, Deepchord, Simply Red, the Sonics, Crime, Frankie Knuckles, Minutemen, Nik Kershaw, London Community Gospel Choir, Lower 48, Model 500, Arab on Radar, Quadrant, Gil Scott Heron, Liliput, Blake Baxter, Minnie Riperton, The Neon Judgement, Sun City Girls, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Smiths, The Buckinghams, The Trojans, Symarip, Ponytail, The Blues Magoos, Joy Division, MDC, Goldenarms, Radiohead, Gian Franco Pienzio, Mark Hollis, Marcia Griffiths, The Raincoats, Josef K, Minor Threat, Freddie Wadling, Clear Light, Harmonia, Nico, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.

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)