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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.

All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bad Manners, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Saints, The Names, Lee Hazlewood, Youth Brigade, Agitation Free, The Chocolate Watch Band, Funkadelic, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Angry Samoans, John Coltrane, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Happenings, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Robert Wyatt, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Pantytec, Marcia Griffiths, Jawbox, Neil Young, Camberwell Now, the Soft Cell, Stockholm Monsters, Idris Muhammad, Neu!, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, KRS-One, Young Marble Giants, The Raincoats, Interpol, Bobby Byrd, Basic Channel, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, the Sonics, Minnie Riperton, Robert Hood, Whodini, Roxy Music, Bootsy Collins, Jerry's Kids, Model 500, The Stooges, Thompson Twins, The Moody Blues, Sly & The Family Stone, The Grass Roots, Sparks, John Lydon, E-Dancer, Dorothy Ashby, Steve Hackett, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Gories, Flash Fearless, Kango’s Stein Massive, Fluxion, Kas Product, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.

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)