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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.

All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Intrusion, Television Personalities, Bronski Beat, Silicon Teens, Warren Ellis, Gang of Four, Subhumans, Anakelly, U.S. Maple, The Real Kids, Skriet, Delon & Dalcan, Index, Joyce Sims, Bad Manners, Angry Samoans, Jacques Brel, Organ, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Cybotron, Wasted Youth, Technova, The Misunderstood, Kings Of Tomorrow, Fifty Foot Hose, Hasil Adkins, Scientists, The Blues Magoos, Nirvana, New Age Steppers, Circle Jerks, The Star Department, Brand Nubian, X-Ray Spex, Cluster, Morten Harket, Tommy Roe, The Searchers, The Mojo Men, The Raincoats, Outsiders, UT, Don Cherry, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, the Human League, Mandrill, The Detroit Cobras, Be Bop Deluxe, Little Man, Oblivians, Second Layer, The New Christs, K-Klass, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Iggy Pop, Bob Dylan, Chrome, Eurythmics, Ponytail, OOIOO, Andrew Hill, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.

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)