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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.

All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Marcia Griffiths, The Walker Brothers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Avey Tare, Marmalade, Lou Reed & John Cale, Scratch Acid, Sonny Sharrock, Cecil Taylor, Hoover, Connie Case, Siglo XX, The Electric Prunes, Camouflage, The Chocolate Watch Band, X-102, Mantronix, The Knickerbockers, Junior Murvin, JFA, Erykah Badu, UT, Jeru the Damaja, James Chance & The Contortions, Pagans, The Moleskins, Q and Not U, Janne Schatter, Lonnie Liston Smith, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Boogie Down Productions, Minny Pops, the Normal, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Circle Jerks, Derrick Morgan, Selector Dub Narcotic, D'Angelo, Masters at Work, Pylon, Quando Quango, It's A Beautiful Day, T.S.O.L., Ice-T, The Buckinghams, Gang Gang Dance, The Selecter, Robert Görl, China Crisis, Davy DMX, Essential Logic, Marine Girls, Warsaw, The Seeds, Slave, Adolescents, Man Eating Sloth, Ralphi Rosario, Toni Rubio, Jawbox, Arcadia, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.

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)