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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.

All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kenny Larkin, Dual Sessions, Funkadelic, Bill Wells, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, FM Einheit, Ossler, New Order, Nas, Soft Cell, Deepchord, Public Enemy, Soft Machine, The Standells, La Düsseldorf, Los Fastidios, Black Flag, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Index, The Smoke, Wire, Zapp, Q and Not U, Glenn Branca, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Massinfluence, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Negative Approach, DeepChord presents Echospace, Yellowson, Bobbi Humphrey, Black Moon, Urselle, Can, Suburban Knight, Crispy Ambulance, The Stooges, Section 25, Graham Central Station, Lungfish, The Doobie Brothers, Gong, X-Ray Spex, Marshall Jefferson, Jeru the Damaja, Groovy Waters, Pharoah Sanders, Ultravox, London Community Gospel Choir, Panda Bear, Underground Resistance, Bobby Hutcherson, Erasure, Skarface, Y Pants, Drexciya, the Association, Dave Gahan, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.

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)