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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.

All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Michelle Simonal, Thee Headcoats, Stockholm Monsters, Con Funk Shun, The Names, The Searchers, James White and The Blacks, Deakin, Audionom, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Swans, the Soft Cell, Eden Ahbez, The Motions, Fear, The Standells, Los Fastidios, Surgeon, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Marvin Gaye, Roger Hodgson, JFA, Heavy D & The Boyz, Essential Logic, Maleditus Sound, The Wake, Avey Tare, Lalo Schifrin, The Stooges, Iggy Pop, Lightning Bolt, Chris & Cosey, Camouflage, The Smiths, Ultimate Spinach, Nils Olav, Marmalade, Theoretical Girls, The Knickerbockers, Delta 5, Erykah Badu, The Star Department, Lou Reed, Ultra Naté, Sam Rivers, Nation of Ulysses, Reuben Wilson, Joyce Sims, Tropical Tobacco, Lee Hazlewood, Albert Ayler, Echo & the Bunnymen, Monolake, The Young Rascals, Jesper Dahlbäck, Gerry Rafferty, Cluster, Lungfish, Grey Daturas, The Cosmic Jokers, Funkadelic, Bauhaus, Country Joe & The Fish, Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.

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)