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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Q65, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Cramps, Curtis Mayfield, New Age Steppers, Fat Boys, The Cure, Shuggie Otis, Aloha Tigers, DJ Style, Au Pairs, Porter Ricks, Dave Gahan, Moebius, the Sonics, The Seeds, Visage, Arab on Radar, Minny Pops, The Last Poets, Kas Product, Jimmy McGriff, Brothers Johnson, Blancmange, Dual Sessions, Icehouse, Country Joe & The Fish, The Trojans, Bill Near, Harry Pussy, Tim Buckley, Crooked Eye, Marvin Gaye, The Durutti Column, Frankie Knuckles, Archie Shepp, Q and Not U, The Music Machine, Mo-Dettes, E-Dancer, Scratch Acid, K-Klass, The United States of America, The Fugs, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ten City, Eurythmics, Michelle Simonal, Spandau Ballet, Patti Smith, Jerry's Kids, PIL, Scion, Barclay James Harvest, Amazonics, Graham Central Station, Fifty Foot Hose, Lalann, Heavy D & The Boyz, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Roger Hodgson, Ituana, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.

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)