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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.

All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sonny Sharrock, Pantytec, Negative Approach, T.S.O.L., The Buckinghams, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Zeros, Accadde A, Altered Images, The Flesh Eaters, The Fire Engines, Magazine, The Pop Group, Graham Central Station, Gang Green, Kayak, Agent Orange, Avey Tare, Outsiders, Sight & Sound, Interpol, Warren Ellis, Lakeside, JFA, The Litter, Bang On A Can, Black Moon, Half Japanese, Harpers Bizarre, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Fatback Band, Aswad, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Ultra Naté, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Pharoah Sanders, Fort Wilson Riot, Godley & Creme, Magma, Brick, the Swans, Panda Bear, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, the Association, Delta 5, Stetsasonic, Deepchord, Rod Modell, Brass Construction, Electric Light Orchestra, 10cc, The Pretty Things, Wings, Zapp, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Star Department, Max Romeo, Beasts of Bourbon, Q and Not U, Pole, Tim Buckley, Alphaville, Audionom, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.

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)