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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.

All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Maleditus Sound, Sunsets and Hearts, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Second Layer, Black Bananas, Cameo, Loose Ends, Freddie Wadling, Brothers Johnson, Kevin Saunderson, Sad Lovers and Giants, Blancmange, The Cramps, Pantaleimon, Beasts of Bourbon, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Evens, The United States of America, H. Thieme, Soul Sonic Force, Aaron Thompson, Hoover, Be Bop Deluxe, PIL, Susan Cadogan, Cabaret Voltaire, Magma, James Chance & The Contortions, Nirvana, Bobby Byrd, The Doors, Mars, Boogie Down Productions, OOIOO, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Parry Music, Soul II Soul, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Five Americans, Spandau Ballet, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Red Krayola, The Knickerbockers, The Last Poets, Swans, Anakelly, Ronan, Funkadelic, Porter Ricks, Traffic Nightmare, Delta 5, Cal Tjader, Eric Copeland, Kaleidoscope, Nik Kershaw, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Cymande, Barry Ungar, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.

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)