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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.

All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Cabaret Voltaire, The Offenders, Gerry Rafferty, LL Cool J, Jerry's Kids, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Second Layer, Boogie Down Productions, Larry & the Blue Notes, Rekid, Man Eating Sloth, Loose Ends, the Human League, The Standells, DNA, Lebanon Hanover, Moby Grape, Unrelated Segments, Ponytail, Wolf Eyes, Young Marble Giants, Junior Murvin, Arab on Radar, Ice-T, Newcleus, Quando Quango, The Fuzztones, Warren Ellis, Absolute Body Control, Tubeway Army, Boz Scaggs, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Kevin Saunderson, The Busters, Boredoms, John Coltrane, Girls At Our Best!, Pet Shop Boys, 8 Eyed Spy, Trumans Water, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, UT, Kurtis Blow, Marshall Jefferson, Matthew Halsall, Jawbox, Letta Mbulu, Iggy Pop, Blancmange, The Slits, Simply Red, Sonny Sharrock, Hasil Adkins, Porter Ricks, AZ, Gichy Dan, Pere Ubu, Howard Jones, Jandek, Kool Moe Dee, Lee Hazlewood, Arthur Verocai, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.

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)