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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.

All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.

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

Black Sheep, The American Breed, The Litter, The Fortunes, Sarah Menescal, Lakeside, The Human League, B.T. Express, Eyeless In Gaza, The Sisters of Mercy, Los Fastidios, Barry Ungar, Leonard Cohen, The Walker Brothers, Barbara Tucker, Negative Approach, Faust, Chrome, Wolf Eyes, The Cure, Gerry Rafferty, Jimmy McGriff, The Raincoats, Ash Ra Tempel, Neil Young, Tropical Tobacco, Dark Day, Unwound, The Associates, The Stooges, Shoche, Q and Not U, The Star Department, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Subhumans, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lee Hazlewood, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Index, Anakelly, Pet Shop Boys, KRS-One, The Martian, Jacob Miller, Drexciya, Motorama, Barclay James Harvest, Boogie Down Productions, Marc Almond, Isaac Hayes, Gang of Four, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Heavy D & The Boyz, Johnny Clarke, Danielle Patucci, Radiohead, The Misunderstood, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Smoke, Pantytec, Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.

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)