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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.

All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kayak, The Buckinghams, Loose Ends, Oneida, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Main Source, the Normal, Frankie Knuckles, The Techniques, Derrick May, Lou Christie, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Aural Exciters, Davy DMX, Magazine, Ultravox, The Alarm Clocks, Au Pairs, Fifty Foot Hose, Sarah Menescal, Subhumans, Howard Jones, Gichy Dan, Tears for Fears, the Human League, Curtis Mayfield, Avey Tare, Gang Green, John Cale, Dual Sessions, Arcadia, The Doors, The Gun Club, The Sound, New Age Steppers, Piero Umiliani, Goldenarms, The Fall, Patti Smith, Kaleidoscope, Guru Guru, Maleditus Sound, the Slits, Black Flag, Gregory Isaacs, Unrelated Segments, Todd Rundgren, John Coltrane, U.S. Maple, Nils Olav, Kerri Chandler, The Invisible, Underground Resistance, Minor Threat, Schoolly D, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Doobie Brothers, Visage, Barbara Tucker, Interpol, Jesper Dahlbäck, Harpers Bizarre, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.

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)