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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Make Up, CMW, Johnny Osbourne, Todd Rundgren, Thee Headcoats, The Move, Liaisons Dangereuses, Nirvana, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, June of 44, Gong, The Techniques, Michelle Simonal, UT, Al Stewart, Be Bop Deluxe, Shoche, Slick Rick, Thompson Twins, Country Teasers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Faraquet, Average White Band, Pole, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Godley & Creme, The Remains, Von Mondo, Bizarre Inc., The Royal Family And The Poor, Ronnie Foster, The Busters, Stockholm Monsters, A Certain Ratio, Dorothy Ashby, Junior Murvin, Amazonics, Pylon, Sex Pistols, The Invisible, Popol Vuh, Roy Ayers, Simply Red, Mr. Review, Cybotron, Andrew Hill, Tropical Tobacco, Skaos, Black Flag, Radio Birdman, Mars, Grauzone, The Fire Engines, The Shadows of Knight, Ossler, 8 Eyed Spy, Drexciya, Robert Wyatt, Lyres, Judy Mowatt, The Modern Lovers, Fear, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.

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)