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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.

All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lee Hazlewood, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Roxette, Scratch Acid, Kerrie Biddell, Ultravox, Vladislav Delay, The Velvet Underground, Goldenarms, Monolake, Easy Going, Das Ding, Deadbeat, Shuggie Otis, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Davy DMX, Michelle Simonal, Sam Rivers, Reagan Youth, The Saints, Bush Tetras, Jeru the Damaja, Little Man, Donny Hathaway, the Sonics, Grandmaster Flash, Connie Case, Heaven 17, Barrington Levy, Soul II Soul, Underground Resistance, Ice-T, Traffic Nightmare, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Main Source, The Walker Brothers, Maurizio, Bizarre Inc., Scion, Yellowson, Groovy Waters, Cameo, The Happenings, Stereo Dub, Henry Cow, Saccharine Trust, Chrome, Deepchord, Joensuu 1685, Magma, B.T. Express, Radiohead, Jesper Dahlbäck, cv313, the Association, Fear, T. Rex, Second Layer, The Pretty Things, Aloha Tigers, Harpers Bizarre, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.

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)