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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.

All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

MDC, Junior Murvin, Alison Limerick, Technova, Lightning Bolt, Bad Manners, Brick, The Leaves, The Fuzztones, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Procol Harum, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Ponytail, Altered Images, Kenny Larkin, Radiohead, Pulsallama, John Coltrane, the Germs, The Chocolate Watch Band, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Rekid, Jerry Gold Smith, Gang Green, Gastr Del Sol, Guru Guru, Minny Pops, UT, Aloha Tigers, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Heaven 17, Lindisfarne, Y Pants, Peter & Gordon, Gian Franco Pienzio, Rapeman, Avey Tare, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Star Department, Marmalade, Babytalk, Pantaleimon, Cluster, Yellowson, Blossom Toes, T. Rex, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Tom Boy, One Last Wish, Cal Tjader, Joey Negro, Public Image Ltd., Niagra, The J.B.'s, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Gladiators, Model 500, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Wasted Youth, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Panda Bear, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.

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)