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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.

All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

CMW, Laurel Aitken, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bill Wells, Johnny Osbourne, Junior Murvin, Wolf Eyes, The Evens, Black Pus, Altered Images, Main Source, Delon & Dalcan, Cecil Taylor, John Lydon, Erykah Badu, Kool Moe Dee, Michelle Simonal, Grandmaster Flash, Lou Reed & Metallica, Janne Schatter, Max Romeo, Harpers Bizarre, Pole, Pere Ubu, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Cybotron, Albert Ayler, New York Dolls, Oneida, The Misunderstood, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Royal Trux, Anthony Braxton, Eli Mardock, Rotary Connection, Japan, Skriet, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Ultravox, Subhumans, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Chris Corsano, Vladislav Delay, the Swans, The Fire Engines, Pagans, Outsiders, Ash Ra Tempel, Girls At Our Best!, Skarface, Severed Heads, Roxette, The Barracudas, Hashim, Trumans Water, the Bar-Kays, Erasure, Can, Average White Band, The Beau Brummels, Cluster, Radiohead, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.

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)