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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.

All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gong, Junior Murvin, Bobbi Humphrey, Audionom, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Michelle Simonal, Swans, Vladislav Delay, Scientists, Hoover, The Real Kids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Jerry's Kids, Au Pairs, The Happenings, Cabaret Voltaire, Nick Fraelich, Slick Rick, Robert Hood, Symarip, Scion, Nico, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Hot Snakes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bauhaus, Intrusion, Erasure, Mad Mike, Bobby Hutcherson, DJ Sneak, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sight & Sound, Goldenarms, H. Thieme, A Flock of Seagulls, the Bar-Kays, The Martian, Ronan, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Idris Muhammad, Funky Four + One, Mars, Connie Case, Fela Kuti, The Grass Roots, Jerry Gold Smith, Drive Like Jehu, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Moleskins, Vainqueur, Agent Orange, Accadde A, Lucky Dragons, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Funkadelic, The Searchers, Matthew Halsall, Sun City Girls, Lou Christie, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.

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)