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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.

All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Electric Light Orchestra, The Associates, Swans, Brick, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Gang Starr, Black Bananas, The Cure, Model 500, Jeff Lynne, The Busters, Au Pairs, The Shadows of Knight, Joe Smooth, Glambeats Corp., Bootsy Collins, The Fire Engines, The Gladiators, Black Moon, The Count Five, Qualms, The Star Department, The Smiths, The Vogues, Sixth Finger, Reagan Youth, Crime, Outsiders, Stereo Dub, UT, Beasts of Bourbon, Gang Gang Dance, Angry Samoans, Gastr Del Sol, Eden Ahbez, Funky Four + One, Blossom Toes, Selector Dub Narcotic, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Modern Lovers, Chris & Cosey, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Morten Harket, Kayak, LL Cool J, Susan Cadogan, Echospace, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Unrelated Segments, Blake Baxter, Desert Stars, The Neon Judgement, The Pop Group, Chris Corsano, Make Up, Yellowson, Soft Machine, DJ Sneak, Laurel Aitken, Gang Green, The Monks, the Bar-Kays, Stetsasonic, Flamin' Groovies, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.

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)