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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.

All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Darondo, Main Source, The Doors, The Sisters of Mercy, The Young Rascals, Absolute Body Control, Roxy Music, Index, Blake Baxter, Big Daddy Kane, Hoover, Tommy Roe, Selector Dub Narcotic, Eric Dolphy, Heaven 17, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Eli Mardock, The New Christs, Buzzcocks, The Remains, Organ, Animal Collective, Bauhaus, Cymande, Gang Gang Dance, Depeche Mode, MDC, Boredoms, The Slits, Anthony Braxton, the Bar-Kays, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Alice Coltrane, Symarip, Bronski Beat, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Danielle Patucci, Lakeside, Marcia Griffiths, Girls At Our Best!, Stetsasonic, Arab on Radar, Joyce Sims, Janne Schatter, The Skatalites, Gerry Rafferty, Tim Buckley, Grey Daturas, Aswad, Crispy Ambulance, Pet Shop Boys, Lower 48, This Heat, The Stooges, Second Layer, Cluster, Andrew Hill, Colin Newman, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.

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)