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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.

All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 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?

Jacob Miller, Boogie Down Productions, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Unrelated Segments, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Sarah Menescal, The Birthday Party, Depeche Mode, Warsaw, David McCallum, The Seeds, Eric Dolphy, Morten Harket, A Certain Ratio, The Count Five, Quantec, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Talk Talk, Mission of Burma, Neil Young, The Angels of Light, Heavy D & The Boyz, Supertramp, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, X-101, Laurel Aitken, Scratch Acid, Scott Walker, The Modern Lovers, X-102, Fear, Nico, Brand Nubian, Deepchord, Iggy Pop, Fifty Foot Hose, Schoolly D, Minnie Riperton, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, ABBA, Main Source, The Sisters of Mercy, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Animal Collective, ABC, Malaria!, Technova, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Slits, Brothers Johnson, John Holt, Quadrant, The Smiths, Patti Smith, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Sällskapet, The Buckinghams, The Zeros, Sixth Finger, Minor Threat, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.

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)