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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.

All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mars, Sound Behaviour, Bobby Byrd, Section 25, Sex Pistols, DeepChord presents Echospace, Agitation Free, James White and The Blacks, Scratch Acid, Slave, The Birthday Party, Excepter, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sexual Harrassment, Thompson Twins, Smog, James Chance & The Contortions, Can, Isaac Hayes, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Flamin' Groovies, The Techniques, Lou Christie, The Moody Blues, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Victims, Peter & Gordon, Gang Green, Animal Collective, The Moleskins, Steve Hackett, The Monochrome Set, Michelle Simonal, Deadbeat, Magma, Radio Birdman, Sunsets and Hearts, Lightning Bolt, Scientists, Eric Copeland, Amon Düül, T.S.O.L., Delon & Dalcan, Los Fastidios, Lyres, Crash Course in Science, Mandrill, Magazine, The Pop Group, Wally Richardson, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Fad Gadget, Reuben Wilson, The Buckinghams, Terrestrial Tones, Sam Rivers, DJ Sneak, June Days, Newcleus, Scion, Talk Talk, Todd Rundgren, Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..

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)