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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Stereo Dub, Funky Four + One, Jacob Miller, Arab on Radar, Ralphi Rosario, Brick, Black Bananas, Soul Sonic Force, Lou Christie, Bauhaus, Letta Mbulu, Jacques Brel, E-Dancer, The Sonics, Gian Franco Pienzio, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Cosmic Jokers, Visage, Selector Dub Narcotic, Pole, Circle Jerks, Deepchord, Godley & Creme, Nation of Ulysses, MC5, Gang Gang Dance, The Invisible, The Leaves, DJ Sneak, Adolescents, Nik Kershaw, Motorama, The Techniques, Maurizio, The United States of America, B.T. Express, Glambeats Corp., Black Moon, Tears for Fears, Boz Scaggs, The Standells, Scan 7, Derrick May, Black Pus, Marshall Jefferson, Sandy B, Y Pants, Hoover, Liliput, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The J.B.'s, Bobbi Humphrey, Qualms, R.M.O., Spandau Ballet, The Shadows of Knight, Con Funk Shun, Banda Bassotti, The Seeds, Massinfluence, Bronski Beat, Minor Threat, Nas, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.

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)