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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.

All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scion, The Buckinghams, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Quadrant, The Royal Family And The Poor, Brothers Johnson, U.S. Maple, Ajijia Myrayebe, Supertramp, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Unrelated Segments, Lightning Bolt, Unwound, Gastr Del Sol, Mark Hollis, Gil Scott Heron, The Angels of Light, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Sun City Girls, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Groovy Waters, Black Sheep, Todd Terry, Juan Atkins, Tears for Fears, Tommy Roe, E-Dancer, Ultra Naté, DeepChord presents Echospace, K-Klass, Delon & Dalcan, Andrew Hill, Marmalade, Eric Dolphy, The Misunderstood, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Symarip, The Gories, Sonny Sharrock, La Düsseldorf, Television, Wire, Kurtis Blow, The Beau Brummels, Grauzone, ABC, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Index, The Sisters of Mercy, Judy Mowatt, Prince Buster, Eric B and Rakim, Black Pus, Ken Boothe, Underground Resistance, The Index, The Saints, D'Angelo, Icehouse, Yazoo, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.

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)