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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.

All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Toni Rubio, The Star Department, The Golliwogs, Harpers Bizarre, The Stooges, Brick, The Martian, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Delon & Dalcan, China Crisis, Cheater Slicks, Mandrill, Marcia Griffiths, Erasure, Camberwell Now, Gerry Rafferty, Lalo Schifrin, John Holt, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Neon Judgement, Yaz, A Certain Ratio, Liaisons Dangereuses, Gichy Dan, Arcadia, The Gladiators, Sex Pistols, The Five Americans, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Jerry's Kids, The Motions, T. Rex, Zero Boys, The Velvet Underground, Colin Newman, Whodini, Television, Joey Negro, Trumans Water, Avey Tare, One Last Wish, Traffic Nightmare, Section 25, Isaac Hayes, Monks, Con Funk Shun, Eric Copeland, The Moody Blues, Jeru the Damaja, Flash Fearless, June of 44, Skarface, Maurizio, Connie Case, Talk Talk, Duran Duran, Quantec, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Eric Dolphy, Ultramagnetic MC's, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Ultravox, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.

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)