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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.

All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Mojo Men, Arthur Verocai, Angry Samoans, Pantaleimon, Warsaw, The Dirtbombs, Buzzcocks, The Dead C, Grauzone, The Move, Au Pairs, Adolescents, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Eve St. Jones, Eyeless In Gaza, Anakelly, Deakin, Sandy B, Japan, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Albert Ayler, Darondo, Kayak, Anthony Braxton, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Wolf Eyes, The Associates, cv313, The Detroit Cobras, DeepChord presents Echospace, Eric Dolphy, Blossom Toes, Eric Copeland, New York Dolls, The Martian, The Misunderstood, Bootsy Collins, Michelle Simonal, Aloha Tigers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Blues Magoos, Avey Tare, The Slackers, Arcadia, Rhythm & Sound, Lou Reed, Los Fastidios, K-Klass, James White and The Blacks, Alice Coltrane, Section 25, Jesper Dahlback, Gang Starr, Moss Icon, Schoolly D, Liaisons Dangereuses, ABBA, Stetsasonic, the Bar-Kays, Judy Mowatt, Pierre Henry, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.

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)