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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.

All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Don Cherry, Flamin' Groovies, Monolake, Niagra, Scan 7, Reagan Youth, Delta 5, It's A Beautiful Day, Danielle Patucci, Sun City Girls, The Smiths, The Misunderstood, Youth Brigade, Television Personalities, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Frankie Knuckles, Nation of Ulysses, Harpers Bizarre, The Blues Magoos, Parry Music, Scratch Acid, Fugazi, Visage, Soft Cell, Faraquet, Negative Approach, The Fuzztones, Lou Reed, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Gang Starr, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Arthur Verocai, Magma, The Litter, Dave Gahan, 8 Eyed Spy, Metal Thangz, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Mr. Review, Chris & Cosey, The Saints, The Chocolate Watch Band, The New Christs, James Chance & The Contortions, Sun Ra Arkestra, Rotary Connection, Skarface, Max Romeo, The Fugs, Grey Daturas, The Count Five, Von Mondo, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Nirvana, Loose Ends, Flipper, Todd Terry, Bootsy Collins, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.

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)