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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.

All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Don Cherry, 48th St. Collective, The Associates, Derrick May, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, John Coltrane, The Birthday Party, Anthony Braxton, Fad Gadget, The Standells, The Modern Lovers, DJ Style, James White and The Blacks, The Seeds, The Grass Roots, 10cc, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Pulsallama, Television, Black Bananas, The Cowsills, The Beau Brummels, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Silicon Teens, Rod Modell, Depeche Mode, The Index, Suicide, Royal Trux, Curtis Mayfield, The Selecter, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Swell Maps, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Althea and Donna, Kurtis Blow, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Wolf Eyes, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Fugazi, AZ, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Aswad, PIL, Reuben Wilson, The Velvet Underground, Skaos, Magma, Audionom, FM Einheit, Laurel Aitken, Lindisfarne, Grandmaster Flash, Scientists, Yazoo, Mad Mike, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Technova, Ultimate Spinach, Soul Sonic Force, Ronan, Be Bop Deluxe, Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.

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)