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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.

All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Victims, Pole, Scientists, Howard Jones, Stetsasonic, The Dave Clark Five, Neil Young, Parry Music, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Fort Wilson Riot, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Skriet, Rhythm & Sound, Henry Cow, Faust, Technova, Kayak, Groovy Waters, Frankie Knuckles, Jacques Brel, Country Joe & The Fish, John Holt, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Isaac Hayes, Kings Of Tomorrow, New York Dolls, London Community Gospel Choir, Motorama, Arthur Verocai, Depeche Mode, Kurtis Blow, Rakim, Quando Quango, The Sonics, Metal Thangz, Lalo Schifrin, Alice Coltrane, Bush Tetras, Absolute Body Control, The Wake, Pantytec, Reagan Youth, Stiv Bators, Ralphi Rosario, Eve St. Jones, Index, The Smoke, Adolescents, Shoche, Intrusion, a-ha, Chrome, Soul Sonic Force, Donny Hathaway, Thompson Twins, Sun Ra, LL Cool J, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Organ, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.

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)