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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.

All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nas, Funky Four + One, Agitation Free, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Last Poets, AZ, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Aloha Tigers, The Young Rascals, Inner City, Crime, Prince Buster, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Bill Near, Tubeway Army, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Gang of Four, Chrome, Susan Cadogan, John Lydon, The Birthday Party, The Vogues, Matthew Bourne, Kango’s Stein Massive, Reagan Youth, The Doobie Brothers, Yaz, the Bar-Kays, Albert Ayler, X-102, Tropical Tobacco, Barclay James Harvest, Eddi Front, Sonic Youth, Lou Reed & John Cale, Monolake, Dennis Brown, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Motions, Pantaleimon, The Detroit Cobras, Mo-Dettes, Radiopuhelimet, Kerrie Biddell, Sixth Finger, Fela Kuti, Pere Ubu, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Ralphi Rosario, Josef K, Main Source, the Sonics, Brand Nubian, Audionom, Youth Brigade, Harry Pussy, Sight & Sound, Model 500, KRS-One, Icehouse, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.

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)