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 Portugal and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.

All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Yaz, Gerry Rafferty, Kenny Larkin, Yazoo, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Blancmange, Lakeside, Lalann, Technova, Janne Schatter, The Moleskins, Erasure, Essential Logic, Guru Guru, Jeff Mills, Eurythmics, Eve St. Jones, 10cc, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Symarip, Half Japanese, Be Bop Deluxe, Brand Nubian, Prince Buster, Scrapy, The Gladiators, UT, Rotary Connection, Drexciya, Shuggie Otis, Con Funk Shun, The Pretty Things, The Divine Comedy, Althea and Donna, Nils Olav, The Gories, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Bobby Sherman, Hoover, Susan Cadogan, Public Enemy, Swans, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Dave Gahan, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Danielle Patucci, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Jandek, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Black Dice, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Gastr Del Sol, Infiniti, Buzzcocks, Echospace, The Cramps, Rapeman, Mad Mike, 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)