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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.

All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Sheep, Alison Limerick, Brick, Ice-T, Make Up, The Fuzztones, Iggy Pop, Bootsy Collins, Johnny Clarke, Kenny Larkin, Sly & The Family Stone, These Immortal Souls, The Saints, Pet Shop Boys, Metal Thangz, Amon Düül II, Barrington Levy, Country Teasers, Michelle Simonal, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Lebanon Hanover, Icehouse, Skarface, Funkadelic, Boogie Down Productions, Fluxion, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Marcia Griffiths, Peter and Kerry, Amon Düül, Agitation Free, Lonnie Liston Smith, Boz Scaggs, Ponytail, Scientists, Pharoah Sanders, La Düsseldorf, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Durutti Column, Clear Light, The Associates, Suburban Knight, Kas Product, Black Moon, Index, AZ, Flamin' Groovies, the Normal, Crispian St. Peters, Kool Moe Dee, Sonic Youth, Pagans, the Germs, Sexual Harrassment, This Heat, Negative Approach, Porter Ricks, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Tommy Roe, Whodini, the Human League, Bill Wells, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.

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)