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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Schoolly D, Eric Copeland, Bizarre Inc., Sound Behaviour, Dual Sessions, U.S. Maple, Half Japanese, Archie Shepp, Smog, The Five Americans, Tres Demented, Aloha Tigers, Chrome, Shuggie Otis, The Tremeloes, The Mighty Diamonds, Von Mondo, Saccharine Trust, LL Cool J, Johnny Clarke, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Connie Case, The Chocolate Watch Band, Joey Negro, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Sex Pistols, D'Angelo, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Soft Cell, Jeff Lynne, The Searchers, Circle Jerks, Gian Franco Pienzio, Cecil Taylor, Quando Quango, Ultra Naté, Public Image Ltd., Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Derrick Morgan, Babytalk, Nation of Ulysses, Masters at Work, Los Fastidios, Das Ding, Slick Rick, X-101, Yazoo, Bronski Beat, Technova, John Foxx, Kerri Chandler, The Fuzztones, Isaac Hayes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Gabor Szabo, Neu!, Aural Exciters, Franke, MDC, The Count Five, JFA, Nik Kershaw, Wasted Youth, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.

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)