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 Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.

All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Surgeon, Ohio Players, The Birthday Party, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Danielle Patucci, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, KRS-One, MC5, DJ Style, Radiopuhelimet, Lakeside, Barrington Levy, Jacques Brel, Hashim, Sun City Girls, Black Bananas, Radiohead, Slave, Kool Moe Dee, Q and Not U, The Gap Band, Icehouse, Harmonia, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Underground Resistance, World's Most, Fifty Foot Hose, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Joensuu 1685, Louis and Bebe Barron, Al Stewart, Maurizio, the Germs, Roxette, The Music Machine, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Sound Behaviour, Soft Machine, Soul II Soul, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Masters at Work, Nick Fraelich, Gregory Isaacs, Fatback Band, Thee Headcoats, Magazine, The Doobie Brothers, Dawn Penn, Roy Ayers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Max Romeo, Quantec, Guru Guru, Public Enemy, The Residents, Audionom, Electric Prunes, Public Image Ltd., X-101, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.

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)