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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.

All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soft Cell, Qualms, Vaughan Mason & Crew, John Foxx, Gastr Del Sol, Thee Headcoats, Moby Grape, Massinfluence, Lonnie Liston Smith, UT, The Happenings, The United States of America, Be Bop Deluxe, Cymande, Bush Tetras, Jacob Miller, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, the Fania All-Stars, Quadrant, Lebanon Hanover, Livin' Joy, Buzzcocks, Brass Construction, Ten City, Davy DMX, Pantytec, Dark Day, Black Moon, Deepchord, Swans, Agitation Free, Stockholm Monsters, Shoche, John Cale, the Swans, The Remains, Interpol, Das Ding, The New Christs, Robert Görl, Amazonics, Jawbox, Michelle Simonal, Mark Hollis, The Evens, The Smoke, Jeff Lynne, Zero Boys, Peter & Gordon, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Iggy Pop, Vainqueur, Visage, Marvin Gaye, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, A Certain Ratio, Sun Ra, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Martian, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Brothers Johnson, LL Cool J, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Dorothy Ashby, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.

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)