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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.

All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Sonics, John Holt, Ituana, Anakelly, K-Klass, Carl Craig, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Angry Samoans, The Names, Lou Reed & John Cale, Ludus, The Fire Engines, The Golliwogs, Sarah Menescal, Yaz, Sight & Sound, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Shadows of Knight, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Fugazi, David Axelrod, T.S.O.L., Soft Machine, Aloha Tigers, Talk Talk, DJ Style, Liliput, The Skatalites, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Stockholm Monsters, Howard Jones, Bill Wells, Pole, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, the Swans, Excepter, Absolute Body Control, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Blancmange, Bobby Hutcherson, Groovy Waters, Ronnie Foster, Agitation Free, Ultra Naté, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Tim Buckley, Von Mondo, The Smoke, Magazine, Urselle, Cameo, The Cure, Henry Cow, Soul II Soul, Cecil Taylor, Michelle Simonal, The Gun Club, Ice-T, Faust, Cybotron, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.

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)