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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Hoover, Bobby Byrd, Quando Quango, Pylon, China Crisis, DJ Style, The Cowsills, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Livin' Joy, Rod Modell, The Leaves, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Banda Bassotti, Minny Pops, Lucky Dragons, The Fugs, CMW, The Names, A Flock of Seagulls, Moebius, Hashim, The Monochrome Set, Rufus Thomas, Babytalk, The Shadows of Knight, The Litter, Sandy B, The Birthday Party, Animal Collective, Gang Green, Toni Rubio, Pulsallama, Gian Franco Pienzio, Oppenheimer Analysis, Young Marble Giants, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Tim Buckley, Albert Ayler, The Smoke, The Walker Brothers, Tropical Tobacco, Bobby Sherman, Maurizio, New York Dolls, Model 500, Kenny Larkin, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, X-102, Radiohead, Jacques Brel, Hot Snakes, London Community Gospel Choir, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Saccharine Trust, Marc Almond, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.

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)