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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.

All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Metal Thangz, Anakelly, Derrick Morgan, Unwound, Flipper, Sound Behaviour, Sun Ra, Andrew Hill, Gil Scott Heron, The Techniques, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Tres Demented, Amazonics, E-Dancer, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Pole, Echo & the Bunnymen, Janne Schatter, Gabor Szabo, Masters at Work, Alphaville, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Maurizio, Electric Light Orchestra, Ash Ra Tempel, China Crisis, The Detroit Cobras, Traffic Nightmare, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Ten City, Fela Kuti, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Fugs, Scott Walker, Funkadelic, Lee Hazlewood, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Monolake, New Age Steppers, The Dave Clark Five, Be Bop Deluxe, Oblivians, The Residents, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Raincoats, Mo-Dettes, Zapp, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Arcadia, Kerri Chandler, Isaac Hayes, Erykah Badu, Sonic Youth, Khruangbin, The Busters, Jeru the Damaja, Au Pairs, Dorothy Ashby, Sister Nancy, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Gories, The Vogues, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.

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)