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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.

All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Buckinghams, The Vogues, Oppenheimer Analysis, Bootsy Collins, Youth Brigade, Basic Channel, Scan 7, Kurtis Blow, Black Flag, Neu!, June of 44, The Offenders, Soft Machine, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Drive Like Jehu, Ultra Naté, Todd Rundgren, Lightning Bolt, Ornette Coleman, The Cure, Erykah Badu, Cymande, ABC, Black Bananas, The Music Machine, Dave Gahan, The Barracudas, Matthew Bourne, Little Man, Wasted Youth, Reuben Wilson, Pagans, Ten City, Zapp, Ultravox, Eric B and Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, Amon Düül, John Coltrane, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Radiohead, Brick, Ponytail, B.T. Express, Ludus, Rosa Yemen, Sunsets and Hearts, Deadbeat, Mary Jane Girls, Severed Heads, The Motions, World's Most, Swans, Urselle, Royal Trux, Ronan, Oneida, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Henry Cow, Crooked Eye, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)