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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.

All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Velvet Underground, Smog, Delon & Dalcan, Sun Ra, Neil Young, Eric B and Rakim, Outsiders, Scrapy, Jimmy McGriff, Ponytail, Sexual Harrassment, Skaos, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, EPMD, Soul II Soul, Lakeside, Neu!, the Soft Cell, The Golliwogs, Drive Like Jehu, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Barry Ungar, Delta 5, Al Stewart, Lyres, Heavy D & The Boyz, Inner City, Tom Boy, The Royal Family And The Poor, the Association, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Gories, Blake Baxter, James Chance & The Contortions, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, World's Most, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Wally Richardson, Laurel Aitken, X-Ray Spex, DJ Sneak, Moby Grape, Massinfluence, The Pop Group, Amon Düül, Mark Hollis, The Detroit Cobras, The Flesh Eaters, Ossler, The Blues Magoos, This Heat, Jesper Dahlback, Black Moon, The Electric Prunes, Ken Boothe, Bobbi Humphrey, Lou Reed & John Cale, Slick Rick, Avey Tare, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Godley & Creme, Suicide, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.

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)