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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.

All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Livin' Joy, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Vogues, The Velvet Underground, Byron Stingily, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Basic Channel, Darondo, Jerry's Kids, Jacques Brel, The Standells, Sunsets and Hearts, Jimmy McGriff, Stockholm Monsters, The Techniques, The Evens, Aswad, Alphaville, New Order, Marc Almond, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, One Last Wish, Sonny Sharrock, Loose Ends, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Sad Lovers and Giants, Ultra Naté, Harpers Bizarre, Easy Going, Wings, Larry & the Blue Notes, Siglo XX, Sandy B, World's Most, Amon Düül, Chris & Cosey, Dawn Penn, Derrick May, John Foxx, Deepchord, H. Thieme, The Flesh Eaters, Chris Corsano, Fugazi, Harmonia, Public Image Ltd., Los Fastidios, Surgeon, Bill Near, The United States of America, Tres Demented, The Smiths, Letta Mbulu, Judy Mowatt, The Chocolate Watch Band, Neu!, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Little Man, Soft Cell, Todd Rundgren, Sight & Sound, Jerry Gold Smith, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.

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)