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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.

All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun Ra Arkestra, Iggy Pop, Make Up, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Sun City Girls, Sun Ra, Oneida, Crispian St. Peters, Deepchord, Stockholm Monsters, The Toasters, Tommy Roe, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, ABBA, Girls At Our Best!, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Max Romeo, Section 25, Lou Reed & Metallica, the Normal, Symarip, Index, The Count Five, Eyeless In Gaza, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Delta 5, Prince Buster, Lightning Bolt, The Jesus and Mary Chain, cv313, Flash Fearless, Funkadelic, H. Thieme, Todd Terry, Dave Gahan, Godley & Creme, Eric B and Rakim, Skriet, The Motions, Infiniti, Television Personalities, Essential Logic, L. Decosne, Maurizio, Gerry Rafferty, Porter Ricks, Kango’s Stein Massive, Warren Ellis, Camberwell Now, Main Source, The Durutti Column, Nas, China Crisis, T.S.O.L., Sonic Youth, Joyce Sims, Country Joe & The Fish, Alice Coltrane, Joey Negro, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.

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)