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 Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.

All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Todd Terry, Lonnie Liston Smith, the Association, Yusef Lateef, Kayak, Pet Shop Boys, Mars, OOIOO, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Electric Prunes, The Slits, Motorama, Sonic Youth, kango's stein massive, ABC, The Gun Club, The Mojo Men, DNA, Swans, The Neon Judgement, These Immortal Souls, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Panda Bear, Soft Cell, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, China Crisis, The Fuzztones, Kenny Larkin, Sound Behaviour, Black Sheep, The Leaves, Sixth Finger, A Flock of Seagulls, World's Most, Faraquet, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Hoover, Basic Channel, Model 500, The Sonics, Robert Wyatt, Black Moon, Electric Light Orchestra, Stockholm Monsters, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Shadows of Knight, Tropical Tobacco, Al Stewart, Kerri Chandler, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Silicon Teens, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bobby Hutcherson, Deadbeat, DJ Style, June of 44, The Standells, John Lydon, Sex Pistols, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.

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)