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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.

All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Association, The Fortunes, Banda Bassotti, Terrestrial Tones, Rotary Connection, Alison Limerick, Lou Reed & John Cale, Jawbox, Joe Smooth, Suburban Knight, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Stooges, Grandmaster Flash, Lee Hazlewood, Marvin Gaye, The Fall, Delon & Dalcan, PIL, Thompson Twins, Moby Grape, the Fania All-Stars, The Last Poets, Radio Birdman, Crispy Ambulance, Severed Heads, Deadbeat, Davy DMX, cv313, Mantronix, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Mission of Burma, Theoretical Girls, Roxy Music, T. Rex, MC5, Funky Four + One, A Flock of Seagulls, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Barrington Levy, Toni Rubio, Amazonics, Throbbing Gristle, Tim Buckley, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Stetsasonic, Easy Going, Avey Tare, Adolescents, Hasil Adkins, U.S. Maple, Pet Shop Boys, The Count Five, Yazoo, Todd Rundgren, Index, Silicon Teens, Qualms, The Selecter, the Sonics, 48th St. Collective, Kenny Larkin, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.

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)