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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.

All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arthur Verocai, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, DJ Style, The Searchers, 8 Eyed Spy, Todd Rundgren, Freddie Wadling, Faust, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Busters, Derrick Morgan, Mars, The Velvet Underground, Dual Sessions, Franke, Theoretical Girls, Lyres, Eric Copeland, Ultramagnetic MC's, Intrusion, The Motions, Guru Guru, Dave Gahan, Marvin Gaye, The Evens, Masters at Work, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Metal Thangz, Simply Red, Lou Reed & John Cale, Dorothy Ashby, Hoover, Mad Mike, The Human League, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Panda Bear, Fela Kuti, Duran Duran, Glambeats Corp., Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Big Daddy Kane, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Skriet, Country Joe & The Fish, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Scott Walker, Scratch Acid, Zapp, The Remains, The Seeds, Blake Baxter, Mandrill, Mark Hollis, Danielle Patucci, Television, Rites of Spring, Girls At Our Best!, Toni Rubio, Sällskapet, The Invisible, Arab on Radar, X-102, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.

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)