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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.

All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

New Age Steppers, The Residents, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Mighty Diamonds, Au Pairs, FM Einheit, Be Bop Deluxe, John Coltrane, Q65, Graham Central Station, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Marine Girls, Soul II Soul, The Royal Family And The Poor, Janne Schatter, AZ, The Offenders, Black Pus, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Jeff Lynne, Black Flag, Bobby Byrd, Letta Mbulu, Camouflage, A Flock of Seagulls, T.S.O.L., Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ohio Players, Adolescents, EPMD, James White and The Blacks, Connie Case, The Selecter, The Zeros, the Slits, Qualms, Country Teasers, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Mantronix, MDC, Sunsets and Hearts, Motorama, The Doobie Brothers, Roy Ayers, Rotary Connection, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Pere Ubu, Matthew Bourne, Hasil Adkins, Shoche, Swell Maps, Minny Pops, Louis and Bebe Barron, Saccharine Trust, Spandau Ballet, Desert Stars, Archie Shepp, Kayak, The Pretty Things, Warren Ellis, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Motions, Dave Gahan, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.

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)