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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Litter, Glenn Branca, Johnny Clarke, Quando Quango, John Lydon, Beasts of Bourbon, Pere Ubu, Piero Umiliani, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Circle Jerks, the Sonics, The Doors, Jacob Miller, Idris Muhammad, Bauhaus, Second Layer, New Order, Lalo Schifrin, Absolute Body Control, Peter & Gordon, Outsiders, Jeff Lynne, Ronan, David Axelrod, Jeff Mills, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Oblivians, Thee Headcoats, The Cure, Guru Guru, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Robert Görl, Lucky Dragons, La Düsseldorf, Sarah Menescal, Ultramagnetic MC's, Sun Ra, Sly & The Family Stone, Bill Near, Procol Harum, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Standells, Prince Buster, Aural Exciters, Boogie Down Productions, Ash Ra Tempel, 48th St. Collective, The Happenings, Kevin Saunderson, Erykah Badu, The Young Rascals, Vainqueur, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ituana, World's Most, Anakelly, The Motions, Aloha Tigers, Graham Central Station, Organ, The Alarm Clocks, Ralphi Rosario, Soul Sonic Force, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

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)