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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.

All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grandmaster Flash, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gil Scott Heron, Index, Underground Resistance, Pylon, Nico, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Danielle Patucci, Make Up, Blancmange, Youth Brigade, Drexciya, KRS-One, Ultravox, Swans, Royal Trux, Avey Tare, The Seeds, Qualms, Lou Reed & Metallica, 48th St. Collective, The Toasters, Y Pants, Blossom Toes, The Zeros, The Invisible, Tom Boy, 10cc, Jerry's Kids, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Brothers Johnson, Subhumans, Wire, Altered Images, Whodini, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Smoke, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Dave Gahan, This Heat, Rosa Yemen, Black Moon, F. McDonald, Brass Construction, Soulsonic Force, Deadbeat, Piero Umiliani, Grey Daturas, Oppenheimer Analysis, Frankie Knuckles, Accadde A, Bobbi Humphrey, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Hardrive, Howard Jones, Eurythmics, Depeche Mode, Althea and Donna, Slick Rick, Soft Machine, The Five Americans, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.

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)