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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.

All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David McCallum, T.S.O.L., Pagans, CMW, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Smog, Donald Byrd, Unrelated Segments, The Moleskins, The Selecter, Peter & Gordon, Minor Threat, Vladislav Delay, Jesper Dahlback, John Coltrane, The Fall, Glambeats Corp., Eurythmics, John Holt, Bush Tetras, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, kango's stein massive, Rapeman, Josef K, Loose Ends, Kurtis Blow, Pet Shop Boys, Eden Ahbez, 48th St. Collective, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Mr. Review, Crash Course in Science, Lou Reed & John Cale, Scratch Acid, The Misunderstood, Agent Orange, The Knickerbockers, The J.B.'s, The Doobie Brothers, Graham Central Station, Delon & Dalcan, Danielle Patucci, Avey Tare, Joy Division, Maleditus Sound, Gabor Szabo, Heavy D & The Boyz, Black Sheep, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Mandrill, The Red Krayola, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Radio Birdman, Young Marble Giants, Sarah Menescal, Shoche, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.

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)