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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.

All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

K-Klass, Lalann, Michelle Simonal, Kool Moe Dee, Jacques Brel, DJ Sneak, Groovy Waters, Heavy D & The Boyz, Echospace, Johnny Clarke, Amon Düül, Gastr Del Sol, The Angels of Light, Lou Christie, The Chocolate Watch Band, Duran Duran, Bob Dylan, Crispy Ambulance, Basic Channel, Pagans, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Steve Hackett, Soul Sonic Force, Kevin Saunderson, The Trojans, Ultra Naté, Buzzcocks, Underground Resistance, the Bar-Kays, Toni Rubio, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Newcleus, Tropical Tobacco, The Last Poets, Jandek, The Mummies, The Dirtbombs, Wally Richardson, China Crisis, Alison Limerick, Amon Düül II, Pere Ubu, Scrapy, The Slackers, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Monolake, June Days, Y Pants, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Pharoah Sanders, Joe Finger, Lou Reed, The Moody Blues, Vladislav Delay, Altered Images, Alice Coltrane, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Cal Tjader, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Tommy Roe, Judy Mowatt, The Gap Band, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.

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)