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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.

All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, Peter and Kerry, Radiopuhelimet, Yusef Lateef, Ornette Coleman, Icehouse, The Zeros, Max Romeo, One Last Wish, Chris Corsano, Arthur Verocai, Marine Girls, Minnie Riperton, Black Flag, The Divine Comedy, Harmonia, Maurizio, Y Pants, U.S. Maple, Mantronix, Dark Day, The Seeds, Ronan, Zapp, Andrew Hill, Public Image Ltd., Kerrie Biddell, Livin' Joy, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, DNA, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Selector Dub Narcotic, Saccharine Trust, Bobby Sherman, Lucky Dragons, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Ash Ra Tempel, E-Dancer, Motorama, Alice Coltrane, The Martian, Lou Christie, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Bang On A Can, Kevin Saunderson, Big Daddy Kane, Chrome, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, 8 Eyed Spy, Sugar Minott, The Monochrome Set, Beasts of Bourbon, Matthew Bourne, the Fania All-Stars, LL Cool J, Ultravox, Crooked Eye, Eve St. Jones, The Misunderstood, The Gladiators, DeepChord presents Echospace, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.

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)