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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.

All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Guru Guru, Hoover, Mission of Burma, Fad Gadget, Saccharine Trust, Agitation Free, Metal Thangz, Scientists, Gang Green, Sound Behaviour, Drive Like Jehu, Stiv Bators, Iggy Pop, Popol Vuh, Gregory Isaacs, D'Angelo, Blake Baxter, Bang on a Can All-Stars, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Modern Lovers, Robert Görl, The Saints, Drexciya, Ajijia Myrayebe, Agent Orange, 8 Eyed Spy, Lucky Dragons, Ice-T, Peter and Kerry, Shuggie Otis, Bluetip, Eddi Front, The Trojans, The Fugs, Jimmy McGriff, Cabaret Voltaire, Junior Murvin, the Swans, The Real Kids, Crispy Ambulance, Gang Starr, Kaleidoscope, Quando Quango, E-Dancer, Amon Düül II, Matthew Halsall, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Buzzcocks, Swans, Loose Ends, Malaria!, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Stooges, Robert Wyatt, Darondo, Nation of Ulysses, Symarip, Michelle Simonal, Sugar Minott, Marc Almond, Ultra Naté, Sonic Youth, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.

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)