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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.

All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Malaria!, Procol Harum, Accadde A, Jandek, Zapp, This Heat, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Whodini, Gong, Jacob Miller, Sex Pistols, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Kool Moe Dee, Todd Rundgren, Von Mondo, Ossler, The Zeros, Don Cherry, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Smiths, Bobby Womack, Negative Approach, Scrapy, Black Sheep, 8 Eyed Spy, Y Pants, Lindisfarne, Juan Atkins, Chrome, Excepter, Half Japanese, Ultra Naté, Neu!, Lungfish, Joe Finger, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Scion, Mo-Dettes, The Leaves, Tomorrow, Althea and Donna, Jeru the Damaja, The Dead C, Funky Four + One, Ken Boothe, The Saints, X-102, Fatback Band, Gang Green, Roxette, The Divine Comedy, Stetsasonic, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sun City Girls, The Happenings, Anakelly, The Count Five, Lou Reed & John Cale, Cameo, The Sonics, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.

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)