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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.

All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

World's Most, The Music Machine, Soulsonic Force, Marine Girls, Ken Boothe, Sound Behaviour, Kerri Chandler, Freddie Wadling, Hot Snakes, Gang Green, Letta Mbulu, Sexual Harrassment, Scott Walker, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Be Bop Deluxe, Kayak, The Beau Brummels, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Hashim, Sunsets and Hearts, The Martian, Moby Grape, Soul Sonic Force, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Real Kids, Wings, Tommy Roe, Rod Modell, Erykah Badu, The Moleskins, KRS-One, Kango’s Stein Massive, Oblivians, Parry Music, Loose Ends, Ornette Coleman, Soul II Soul, K-Klass, Television Personalities, The Count Five, Pulsallama, Electric Prunes, Monolake, A Certain Ratio, Black Moon, Faust, Stetsasonic, China Crisis, The Wake, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Jacques Brel, OOIOO, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, DNA, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, DJ Style, F. McDonald, One Last Wish, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.

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)