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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.

All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

K-Klass, Faust, Charles Mingus, Glambeats Corp., Depeche Mode, Kango’s Stein Massive, Subhumans, Marmalade, Country Joe & The Fish, Suburban Knight, Minny Pops, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Sun City Girls, Al Stewart, Sam Rivers, John Cale, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Crash Course in Science, Max Romeo, Moebius, KRS-One, Arthur Verocai, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Joensuu 1685, The Techniques, Pantaleimon, Tommy Roe, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Unrelated Segments, D'Angelo, The Star Department, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Nick Fraelich, The Move, Bob Dylan, DJ Sneak, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Agitation Free, Glenn Branca, Eric B and Rakim, Skaos, Grauzone, Qualms, Warsaw, Sound Behaviour, Camberwell Now, Can, Fad Gadget, Todd Terry, John Lydon, Patti Smith, The Royal Family And The Poor, Alphaville, Pierre Henry, Sparks, The Sound, The Smoke, Oneida, Janne Schatter, Severed Heads, Fat Boys, The Detroit Cobras, Iggy Pop, Sonic Youth, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.

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)