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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.

All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Massinfluence, Bobby Byrd, Drive Like Jehu, Niagra, Matthew Bourne, JFA, Man Parrish, Rufus Thomas, Piero Umiliani, Marvin Gaye, Country Teasers, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Qualms, L. Decosne, New Order, DeepChord presents Echospace, Buzzcocks, Young Marble Giants, Glambeats Corp., Jeru the Damaja, Model 500, Leonard Cohen, Rotary Connection, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Evens, The Cowsills, The Leaves, Echospace, Black Moon, Scott Walker, Das Ding, Rites of Spring, DJ Sneak, Frankie Knuckles, The Gun Club, Suicide, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, E-Dancer, Procol Harum, Rekid, Los Fastidios, Rod Modell, Harmonia, 48th St. Collective, Ultramagnetic MC's, Barrington Levy, The Searchers, Monks, Fluxion, Cluster, Lou Reed & John Cale, Roger Hodgson, the Bar-Kays, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Minutemen, The Barracudas, Make Up, Sonny Sharrock, Man Eating Sloth, Arcadia, Pantaleimon, Surgeon, The Sound, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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)