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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.

All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Matthew Bourne, The Remains, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Slackers, Faraquet, Robert Hood, The United States of America, Chrome, Neil Young, The Birthday Party, Funky Four + One, Model 500, Freddie Wadling, The Motions, Ultimate Spinach, Animal Collective, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rekid, Porter Ricks, John Cale, The Red Krayola, Eddi Front, Simply Red, Unwound, Khruangbin, The Gories, Nirvana, ABC, The Raincoats, Altered Images, Stetsasonic, the Sonics, Sex Pistols, DJ Sneak, Sister Nancy, David McCallum, Dead Boys, The Flesh Eaters, Johnny Osbourne, Swans, The Gap Band, Drive Like Jehu, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Duran Duran, Eve St. Jones, Soft Machine, Icehouse, Bill Near, Lou Christie, One Last Wish, Groovy Waters, Soul II Soul, Lower 48, The Searchers, Masters at Work, Cecil Taylor, Joy Division, David Axelrod, Goldenarms, Fear, Leonard Cohen, Unrelated Segments, 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)