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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.

All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, Electric Light Orchestra, Ultramagnetic MC's, Joey Negro, Porter Ricks, Deakin, Supertramp, Stockholm Monsters, Negative Approach, Charles Mingus, Gong, Toni Rubio, Jacob Miller, Lindisfarne, Pylon, Marshall Jefferson, Minutemen, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Pantaleimon, Schoolly D, Das Ding, Bush Tetras, the Soft Cell, The Martian, the Sonics, Terry Callier, Deepchord, Tubeway Army, The Cramps, Johnny Clarke, The Durutti Column, Masters at Work, Thee Headcoats, Johnny Osbourne, D'Angelo, The Modern Lovers, Loose Ends, Popol Vuh, ABBA, Monolake, Drexciya, Sixth Finger, Kevin Saunderson, The Red Krayola, The Alarm Clocks, Scott Walker, Country Joe & The Fish, Cabaret Voltaire, Whodini, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Fugazi, Youth Brigade, Maleditus Sound, Reuben Wilson, The Standells, The Victims, Slick Rick, Erasure, Blancmange, Boz Scaggs, David Bowie, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.

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)