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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.

All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lightning Bolt, The Leaves, Pierre Henry, Tropical Tobacco, Tears for Fears, Jandek, John Coltrane, The Misunderstood, Country Joe & The Fish, The Doobie Brothers, 8 Eyed Spy, Godley & Creme, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Pulsallama, Khruangbin, Q and Not U, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Birthday Party, The Electric Prunes, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Rapeman, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Hutcherson, Spandau Ballet, Groovy Waters, Arab on Radar, Hashim, The Litter, Ituana, The Move, Mr. Review, DeepChord presents Echospace, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Donald Byrd, The Martian, The Monks, The Gories, Glenn Branca, Funky Four + One, The Velvet Underground, Stockholm Monsters, Massinfluence, Aswad, Sun Ra, Roxy Music, The Pop Group, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, OOIOO, Ice-T, Charles Mingus, Minny Pops, Desert Stars, Jimmy McGriff, Procol Harum, Don Cherry, Henry Cow, Radiohead, Quadrant, cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.

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)