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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.

All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nik Kershaw, Erasure, John Cale, Roxette, Kings Of Tomorrow, Electric Light Orchestra, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Angry Samoans, LL Cool J, The Human League, The Buckinghams, Crash Course in Science, Ultra Naté, Sun Ra, Kerrie Biddell, Godley & Creme, DeepChord presents Echospace, Theoretical Girls, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Wally Richardson, Slick Rick, The Cowsills, The Five Americans, AZ, The Residents, Man Parrish, Tropical Tobacco, The Shadows of Knight, Main Source, Qualms, Kas Product, The J.B.'s, Brothers Johnson, Dave Gahan, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Altered Images, Unrelated Segments, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Mark Hollis, The Royal Family And The Poor, John Holt, Drive Like Jehu, Au Pairs, T.S.O.L., Vainqueur, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Depeche Mode, Pharoah Sanders, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Thee Headcoats, Al Stewart, Cal Tjader, Scott Walker, Chris & Cosey, Donny Hathaway, Glenn Branca, The Remains, Slave, Toni Rubio, Surgeon, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.

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)