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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.

All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Isaac Hayes, Soul Sonic Force, Smog, Bobby Hutcherson, The Standells, Oppenheimer Analysis, Unwound, Underground Resistance, Magazine, H. Thieme, Selector Dub Narcotic, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Bluetip, June Days, Toni Rubio, Funky Four + One, Blossom Toes, LL Cool J, Jerry's Kids, Circle Jerks, Amon Düül, Slick Rick, Animal Collective, Scion, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Shadows of Knight, Crispian St. Peters, Pet Shop Boys, Alton Ellis, The Remains, Eli Mardock, The Human League, Sällskapet, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Goldenarms, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Tom Boy, Vladislav Delay, Sixth Finger, Ralphi Rosario, Tim Buckley, Shoche, Ponytail, The Blues Magoos, The Birthday Party, Electric Light Orchestra, Moss Icon, Lou Christie, Alphaville, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Negative Approach, Charles Mingus, The Alarm Clocks, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Knickerbockers, Young Marble Giants, Vaughan Mason & Crew, London Community Gospel Choir, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.

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)