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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.

All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Altered Images, Ultra Naté, The Mojo Men, Brand Nubian, Hardrive, The Searchers, Sonny Sharrock, Heavy D & The Boyz, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Crime, Alice Coltrane, Sound Behaviour, Crispy Ambulance, Piero Umiliani, Avey Tare, Kerrie Biddell, Chris & Cosey, David McCallum, Arcadia, Letta Mbulu, Popol Vuh, The Gladiators, Accadde A, Absolute Body Control, The J.B.'s, Albert Ayler, Tim Buckley, The Alarm Clocks, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Metal Thangz, Eve St. Jones, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Slits, Symarip, Ken Boothe, Guru Guru, Wasted Youth, Minutemen, Ultimate Spinach, Main Source, Marine Girls, Monks, Black Moon, Erasure, LL Cool J, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Fuzztones, Gian Franco Pienzio, Junior Murvin, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Rekid, The Neon Judgement, Nation of Ulysses, Bluetip, Gil Scott Heron, X-102, Echo & the Bunnymen, Boz Scaggs, H. Thieme, Faraquet, China Crisis, Lonnie Liston Smith, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.

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)