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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.

All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sister Nancy, Sonic Youth, The Knickerbockers, Alton Ellis, Sarah Menescal, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Patti Smith, The Golliwogs, Prince Buster, Masters at Work, E-Dancer, Erykah Badu, Charles Mingus, The Fortunes, Rufus Thomas, Bang On A Can, Au Pairs, Brass Construction, Mantronix, Lou Reed, The Index, DJ Sneak, Drive Like Jehu, CMW, Quando Quango, The Angels of Light, These Immortal Souls, Wally Richardson, Nick Fraelich, Qualms, LL Cool J, Scratch Acid, Gastr Del Sol, The Dead C, DNA, The Buckinghams, Ken Boothe, Joyce Sims, Ten City, Moss Icon, Infiniti, Letta Mbulu, Isaac Hayes, Black Bananas, Outsiders, John Lydon, Juan Atkins, Negative Approach, Reagan Youth, Dennis Brown, Suicide, Joe Smooth, Accadde A, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Shadows of Knight, Kool Moe Dee, Jeff Mills, Jawbox, Nirvana, Bob Dylan, Nik Kershaw, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

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)