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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.

All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Buzzcocks, Magma, John Foxx, Section 25, Sarah Menescal, Oneida, Laurel Aitken, Matthew Halsall, Swans, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Fuzztones, Sugar Minott, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Rekid, The Detroit Cobras, Frankie Knuckles, June Days, Minny Pops, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Marshall Jefferson, Lower 48, Young Marble Giants, Howard Jones, Marcia Griffiths, The American Breed, Cal Tjader, Wolf Eyes, Glenn Branca, Smog, The Toasters, Motorama, Bill Wells, Clear Light, Niagra, Derrick Morgan, The Electric Prunes, The Gun Club, It's A Beautiful Day, Deepchord, Scientists, Roxette, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Grass Roots, Be Bop Deluxe, Angry Samoans, The Count Five, Joe Finger, Absolute Body Control, Barrington Levy, Wasted Youth, Crooked Eye, Ultravox, Little Man, The Selecter, Lucky Dragons, Chris & Cosey, Second Layer, Duran Duran, Parry Music, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.

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)