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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.

All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

48th St. Collective, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Lakeside, Scratch Acid, Vladislav Delay, Stetsasonic, Von Mondo, Adolescents, Ultravox, Chris & Cosey, Yellowson, Davy DMX, Hot Snakes, Angry Samoans, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Agitation Free, Eve St. Jones, CMW, Gichy Dan, Leonard Cohen, Wasted Youth, The Walker Brothers, Scientists, Electric Light Orchestra, The Index, Dawn Penn, Kurtis Blow, PIL, The Grass Roots, Sonny Sharrock, Wolf Eyes, the Germs, The Divine Comedy, Boogie Down Productions, Lower 48, The Young Rascals, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Public Image Ltd., DeepChord presents Echospace, New Age Steppers, The Gun Club, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Scan 7, Ice-T, The J.B.'s, John Lydon, Bush Tetras, Susan Cadogan, Bootsy Collins, Rapeman, Jerry Gold Smith, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Fela Kuti, Fad Gadget, Fat Boys, Pantaleimon, Ituana, Sonic Youth, Tomorrow, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Archie Shepp, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.

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)