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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.

All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Wake, Gastr Del Sol, The Searchers, Graham Central Station, Boogie Down Productions, Scratch Acid, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mars, Bobbi Humphrey, Erykah Badu, Can, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Ralphi Rosario, Robert Wyatt, Beasts of Bourbon, Oneida, Blancmange, Harpers Bizarre, Au Pairs, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Pulsallama, The Mummies, Country Joe & The Fish, Barrington Levy, Symarip, The Cowsills, The Smiths, Crooked Eye, Swell Maps, Quando Quango, The Martian, Pantytec, Theoretical Girls, Flamin' Groovies, Todd Rundgren, Newcleus, Barbara Tucker, Lou Reed & John Cale, James White and The Blacks, Danielle Patucci, Nik Kershaw, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Rosa Yemen, Loose Ends, Panda Bear, Sonny Sharrock, Rufus Thomas, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Flash Fearless, Interpol, Carl Craig, The Dirtbombs, Gregory Isaacs, Charles Mingus, the Bar-Kays, Zapp, Donny Hathaway, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.

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)