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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.

All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, Selector Dub Narcotic, Peter & Gordon, Lindisfarne, Lee Hazlewood, Brick, June Days, Yaz, The American Breed, Pussy Galore, Interpol, Marvin Gaye, Bad Manners, Silicon Teens, The Mighty Diamonds, Radiohead, Aswad, Derrick May, MDC, Fat Boys, The Techniques, Ultimate Spinach, Soft Machine, Jawbox, Arcadia, The Stooges, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Marcia Griffiths, Echospace, Ash Ra Tempel, The Evens, Nick Fraelich, Lungfish, Ultra Naté, Lou Reed & John Cale, Whodini, Sugar Minott, Von Mondo, EPMD, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, T.S.O.L., Sonic Youth, Masters at Work, Louis and Bebe Barron, Dead Boys, Drexciya, Delon & Dalcan, Country Teasers, Country Joe & The Fish, Minor Threat, The Shadows of Knight, The United States of America, Jesper Dahlback, Sister Nancy, Moby Grape, the Bar-Kays, Joensuu 1685, Ponytail, Mantronix, The Offenders, Vainqueur, Barrington Levy, The Slackers, Curtis Mayfield, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.

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)