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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.

All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Thee Headcoats, Camberwell Now, Royal Trux, Procol Harum, The Electric Prunes, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Bush Tetras, The Wake, Ituana, Saccharine Trust, The Sonics, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Eve St. Jones, Ken Boothe, Black Moon, Hashim, Joe Finger, Gregory Isaacs, Deepchord, The Remains, Trumans Water, Fluxion, the Slits, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Alarm Clocks, Faust, The Dirtbombs, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Hot Snakes, The Cure, Eddi Front, Isaac Hayes, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Maleditus Sound, 48th St. Collective, China Crisis, Bad Manners, Patti Smith, The J.B.'s, PIL, Lebanon Hanover, The American Breed, The Litter, Surgeon, the Sonics, Cabaret Voltaire, DJ Style, Lee Hazlewood, Terry Callier, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Agitation Free, Swell Maps, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Schoolly D, The United States of America, Donald Byrd, Big Daddy Kane, kango's stein massive, The Modern Lovers, The Associates, Lou Reed, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.

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)