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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Pole, Gang Gang Dance, Shoche, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Marine Girls, Rufus Thomas, Urselle, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Joyce Sims, Basic Channel, Todd Rundgren, DJ Style, Country Teasers, Inner City, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, kango's stein massive, Crispian St. Peters, Nirvana, Nick Fraelich, Vladislav Delay, Accadde A, Radiohead, Pet Shop Boys, Kaleidoscope, The Men They Couldn't Hang, T.S.O.L., Suicide, Wire, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Altered Images, Kango’s Stein Massive, Unwound, Jacques Brel, Kings Of Tomorrow, Jacob Miller, Jesper Dahlback, Crime, Talk Talk, Ten City, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Scratch Acid, Ash Ra Tempel, Leonard Cohen, Ultramagnetic MC's, Lee Hazlewood, Steve Hackett, A Flock of Seagulls, The Doors, The Flesh Eaters, Icehouse, Yusef Lateef, Byron Stingily, Louis and Bebe Barron, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Roxette, Gang of Four, Avey Tare, The Associates, The Zeros, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.

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)