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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Christie, David Bowie, X-102, Amon Düül, The Remains, DeepChord presents Echospace, Scrapy, Glambeats Corp., Ohio Players, Bobbi Humphrey, Patti Smith, Arthur Verocai, Sexual Harrassment, Zapp, Joyce Sims, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Royal Trux, Q and Not U, Agitation Free, Outsiders, The Pretty Things, John Foxx, The Misunderstood, Circle Jerks, Bronski Beat, New York Dolls, Von Mondo, Gil Scott Heron, Television, Shoche, Malaria!, the Slits, Jacques Brel, Ajijia Myrayebe, Gerry Rafferty, June Days, Masters at Work, Marc Almond, Sparks, Rod Modell, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Delta 5, Sex Pistols, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Dark Day, Terry Callier, Q65, Neu!, Grandmaster Flash, Wally Richardson, MDC, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, In Retrospect, Black Moon, Amazonics, Boogie Down Productions, Stetsasonic, Big Daddy Kane, Soul Sonic Force, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.

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)