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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.

All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roy Ayers, Deepchord, The Monks, The Gun Club, Sister Nancy, Roxette, Model 500, Sandy B, The Fortunes, Nas, Reuben Wilson, The Martian, Gang of Four, Procol Harum, James White and The Blacks, Funky Four + One, Arab on Radar, Sound Behaviour, Roxy Music, Eurythmics, Metal Thangz, Aloha Tigers, Trumans Water, Scan 7, Half Japanese, Mandrill, Marc Almond, The United States of America, Ten City, Blossom Toes, Groovy Waters, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Alison Limerick, Bootsy Collins, The Mighty Diamonds, Steve Hackett, Bobbi Humphrey, The Stooges, David McCallum, Todd Rundgren, Zero Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Ohio Players, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Cabaret Voltaire, Dual Sessions, Duran Duran, Sonic Youth, The Mojo Men, Ultramagnetic MC's, Albert Ayler, Excepter, John Lydon, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Cymande, Kevin Saunderson, Lou Reed, Massinfluence, John Coltrane, Man Eating Sloth, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)