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 France and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.

All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Godley & Creme, Inner City, Mark Hollis, The Techniques, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Darondo, The Doors, The Golliwogs, The New Christs, Electric Prunes, Albert Ayler, Alison Limerick, Slick Rick, Kenny Larkin, Avey Tare, John Coltrane, The Moleskins, the Soft Cell, Lou Christie, Arthur Verocai, D'Angelo, Niagra, Neil Young, James Chance & The Contortions, Sandy B, Gabor Szabo, Zapp, Boz Scaggs, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ronan, Erykah Badu, Ituana, Minor Threat, Blake Baxter, DNA, The Dirtbombs, Rosa Yemen, Todd Rundgren, The Human League, Crooked Eye, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Prince Buster, Marvin Gaye, 8 Eyed Spy, Althea and Donna, Pagans, Bizarre Inc., Absolute Body Control, Reuben Wilson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Quando Quango, Desert Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, R.M.O., Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, David Axelrod, Susan Cadogan, PIL, The Invisible, Davy DMX, Echo & the Bunnymen, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.

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)