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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.

All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Five Americans, Grauzone, The Busters, The Stooges, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Goldenarms, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Marc Almond, Jeff Lynne, Simply Red, Sound Behaviour, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Radiohead, John Holt, Boogie Down Productions, Wings, Cymande, DJ Style, The Grass Roots, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Dennis Brown, Shuggie Otis, Jeff Mills, Crooked Eye, Sexual Harrassment, The Fugs, Ultramagnetic MC's, Outsiders, Mandrill, OOIOO, The Mighty Diamonds, Liaisons Dangereuses, Parry Music, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nas, Delta 5, Blake Baxter, Fort Wilson Riot, Brick, Johnny Osbourne, Wasted Youth, Jerry Gold Smith, Saccharine Trust, Ponytail, Man Eating Sloth, Television Personalities, Archie Shepp, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Young Marble Giants, Henry Cow, Fifty Foot Hose, The Buckinghams, Sugar Minott, X-101, The Names, Glambeats Corp., Sparks, Hasil Adkins, CMW, New Order, Mars, Main Source, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.

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)