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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.

All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Derrick Morgan, Blake Baxter, The Fall, Rotary Connection, Archie Shepp, Black Bananas, Lyres, Flash Fearless, Blancmange, Ralphi Rosario, Subhumans, Thee Headcoats, The Invisible, Mary Jane Girls, Gastr Del Sol, The Evens, Rakim, Popol Vuh, Aloha Tigers, Amazonics, Eric B and Rakim, The Five Americans, Y Pants, Jerry's Kids, The Neon Judgement, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Girls At Our Best!, The Music Machine, Monks, Darondo, ABC, cv313, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Litter, Metal Thangz, Mandrill, Sällskapet, the Germs, Iggy Pop, AZ, Interpol, Clear Light, Pharoah Sanders, Marmalade, Liaisons Dangereuses, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Von Mondo, Television Personalities, The Tremeloes, Ohio Players, The Slackers, Robert Hood, Graham Central Station, Sound Behaviour, Groovy Waters, Warren Ellis, Soul Sonic Force, The Royal Family And The Poor, Soulsonic Force, The Dead C, Michelle Simonal, Fifty Foot Hose, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.

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)