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 London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

UT, Eden Ahbez, Visage, Y Pants, Soft Cell, Iggy Pop, Alton Ellis, DeepChord presents Echospace, JFA, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Jeru the Damaja, Peter & Gordon, Mission of Burma, Agent Orange, Von Mondo, Yazoo, The Names, Gregory Isaacs, The New Christs, Gastr Del Sol, Bill Wells, Sixth Finger, The Last Poets, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Stooges, X-Ray Spex, The Doors, The Litter, Index, Roxette, Letta Mbulu, Mr. Review, Dead Boys, The Electric Prunes, The Birthday Party, Minnie Riperton, Niagra, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Hasil Adkins, The Busters, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Steve Hackett, Outsiders, Bill Near, Flipper, Ultramagnetic MC's, Nation of Ulysses, The Music Machine, Hardrive, Dennis Brown, Ultimate Spinach, Fad Gadget, New York Dolls, Monolake, Man Parrish, Underground Resistance, Roger Hodgson, Brothers Johnson, 48th St. Collective, The Zeros, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.

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)