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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.

All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Alton Ellis, Neil Young, Dennis Brown, Gang Green, Visage, Quantec, Make Up, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Stetsasonic, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Carl Craig, Trumans Water, Duran Duran, The Dirtbombs, Black Moon, DNA, Fluxion, Au Pairs, Joy Division, The Move, Peter and Kerry, Soulsonic Force, cv313, The Toasters, Jeru the Damaja, Beasts of Bourbon, Prince Buster, The United States of America, The Busters, Nico, Donald Byrd, Dark Day, Bobby Sherman, Lightning Bolt, Average White Band, Mantronix, The Young Rascals, Gil Scott Heron, Roxette, Sex Pistols, The Sonics, Junior Murvin, Arcadia, Sam Rivers, Isaac Hayes, Rod Modell, Depeche Mode, The Chocolate Watch Band, Brothers Johnson, Cheater Slicks, The Smoke, Delta 5, Scratch Acid, Traffic Nightmare, Eve St. Jones, Lou Reed & Metallica, Interpol, The Names, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Fad Gadget, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)