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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

K-Klass, Lou Reed & John Cale, London Community Gospel Choir, Accadde A, The Moody Blues, Roger Hodgson, Sun Ra, The Blackbyrds, The Divine Comedy, The Birthday Party, Khruangbin, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Bad Manners, Roxette, The Seeds, The Mighty Diamonds, Monolake, Girls At Our Best!, Jerry Gold Smith, The Black Dice, Stetsasonic, Jawbox, Fifty Foot Hose, Cybotron, The Star Department, The Skatalites, Jerry's Kids, Delta 5, Piero Umiliani, Black Moon, kango's stein massive, Buzzcocks, Slave, The Leaves, Boredoms, Ralphi Rosario, UT, Lindisfarne, X-101, The Associates, The Stooges, Monks, Groovy Waters, Lungfish, Television, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Don Cherry, Absolute Body Control, Eve St. Jones, Sarah Menescal, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Toni Rubio, Amon Düül, Brand Nubian, Scott Walker, Gang Gang Dance, Black Pus, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Radio Birdman, Yellowson, Alton Ellis, Morten Harket, LL Cool J, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.

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)