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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.

All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Vladislav Delay, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Fugazi, John Lydon, The Royal Family And The Poor, Bluetip, Kerri Chandler, Glenn Branca, Alice Coltrane, The Happenings, The J.B.'s, Black Pus, 48th St. Collective, Selector Dub Narcotic, JFA, Quadrant, The Skatalites, The Raincoats, Rites of Spring, Fort Wilson Riot, Gregory Isaacs, Scott Walker, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Alton Ellis, Rhythm & Sound, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Gap Band, D'Angelo, Pole, Rod Modell, The Fall, Essential Logic, Quando Quango, Avey Tare, The Modern Lovers, Sexual Harrassment, Ajijia Myrayebe, Average White Band, Roxy Music, Joyce Sims, Crime, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Robert Hood, Intrusion, Sugar Minott, The Smiths, Sister Nancy, Jawbox, Girls At Our Best!, T. Rex, Donald Byrd, One Last Wish, Electric Light Orchestra, World's Most, Glambeats Corp., Max Romeo, a-ha, Curtis Mayfield, Magma, The Dirtbombs, The United States of America, The Zeros, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.

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)