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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.

All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roxette, Alison Limerick, Vainqueur, the Normal, World's Most, Matthew Halsall, Sixth Finger, Amon Düül II, Cal Tjader, June Days, Gil Scott Heron, Bootsy Collins, Danielle Patucci, The Dave Clark Five, Los Fastidios, Aural Exciters, Pussy Galore, Brass Construction, The Toasters, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Vogues, The Birthday Party, This Heat, Lee Hazlewood, Pharoah Sanders, Second Layer, Outsiders, Selector Dub Narcotic, Lonnie Liston Smith, ABC, Dennis Brown, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Skarface, The Cramps, Joe Finger, Nils Olav, Niagra, Pierre Henry, Brick, Gregory Isaacs, Derrick Morgan, Public Image Ltd., The Residents, Gastr Del Sol, Alice Coltrane, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, China Crisis, Black Flag, Radiohead, Black Sheep, the Human League, Moebius, The Durutti Column, Jesper Dahlback, Cybotron, Monks, Yazoo, The Chocolate Watch Band, Country Teasers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jeru the Damaja, The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.

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)