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 Libya and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.

All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?

Niagra, The Kinks, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Seeds, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, the Sonics, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Second Layer, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Shuggie Otis, The Mummies, Yazoo, Throbbing Gristle, Matthew Halsall, Sound Behaviour, Parry Music, Bauhaus, Fear, The Index, JFA, Curtis Mayfield, Ludus, Gang of Four, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Brick, Country Teasers, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, a-ha, The Dave Clark Five, One Last Wish, Black Flag, Dual Sessions, Smog, Sister Nancy, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Warren Ellis, Tom Boy, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Metal Thangz, Marc Almond, The Techniques, Funkadelic, Jacob Miller, The Monochrome Set, The Buckinghams, Hasil Adkins, Scratch Acid, Bill Near, The Doors, Deakin, Chris Corsano, Tomorrow, Don Cherry, Gang Starr, The Divine Comedy, Big Daddy Kane, Hashim, Bizarre Inc., Simply Red, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ten City, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.

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)