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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.

All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lee Hazlewood, Mark Hollis, The Modern Lovers, The Fall, Country Teasers, A Certain Ratio, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Soulsonic Force, ABBA, The Zeros, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lindisfarne, Yazoo, Ultimate Spinach, Motorama, The Mighty Diamonds, Funkadelic, Theoretical Girls, The Motions, Chris & Cosey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bizarre Inc., Hasil Adkins, Goldenarms, Moby Grape, Grey Daturas, Pantytec, Shuggie Otis, The Monochrome Set, The Litter, Dave Gahan, The Slits, Nik Kershaw, The Slackers, Ten City, Ultra Naté, Glambeats Corp., Niagra, Animal Collective, Chris Corsano, Eric Dolphy, Moss Icon, Patti Smith, Boredoms, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Guru Guru, Skaos, Vainqueur, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Jesper Dahlback, Jeru the Damaja, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Adolescents, Section 25, Rapeman, Traffic Nightmare, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Harpers Bizarre, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Quando Quango, The Knickerbockers, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.

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)