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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.

All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Desert Stars, Sound Behaviour, Idris Muhammad, Parry Music, Bill Near, Colin Newman, Matthew Bourne, The Offenders, The Move, Barbara Tucker, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Traffic Nightmare, New York Dolls, The Trojans, The American Breed, Alice Coltrane, Subhumans, Soul Sonic Force, Dark Day, Yellowson, Barrington Levy, Technova, Hot Snakes, Maleditus Sound, Kenny Larkin, The Gun Club, Reagan Youth, The Kinks, Eden Ahbez, Don Cherry, Aloha Tigers, X-101, Pulsallama, Bad Manners, Minutemen, Joe Finger, Ajijia Myrayebe, DNA, Moebius, Siglo XX, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ossler, The Associates, Kerrie Biddell, Porter Ricks, Grauzone, Cecil Taylor, Yaz, Boz Scaggs, Ronan, Boredoms, Sunsets and Hearts, Duran Duran, Babytalk, Minny Pops, Rakim, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Mummies, The Star Department, Slick Rick, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.

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)