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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.

All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

John Holt, Rotary Connection, Half Japanese, Audionom, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Silicon Teens, The Blues Magoos, Crash Course in Science, Country Joe & The Fish, Wings, Crispy Ambulance, The Remains, Panda Bear, The Associates, Cybotron, The Barracudas, ABBA, Sight & Sound, Scan 7, Kool Moe Dee, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Sunsets and Hearts, Sister Nancy, John Foxx, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Joyce Sims, Ultramagnetic MC's, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Roxette, Jeff Mills, Nirvana, Deakin, Spandau Ballet, Bobby Byrd, Interpol, Boogie Down Productions, Slave, Inner City, The Invisible, Agitation Free, Tubeway Army, Sound Behaviour, EPMD, The Sound, Quadrant, Jacques Brel, The Fugs, B.T. Express, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, the Normal, Tropical Tobacco, Massinfluence, Pylon, Duran Duran, Negative Approach, Rakim, The Black Dice, Talk Talk, It's A Beautiful Day, Joe Smooth, DeepChord presents Echospace, Connie Case, Harmonia, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.

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)