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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.

All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pussy Galore, Model 500, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Monolake, T.S.O.L., Harry Pussy, Idris Muhammad, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Eric B and Rakim, the Human League, Suburban Knight, Jeff Lynne, Japan, Josef K, X-101, Inner City, Sun Ra Arkestra, Stetsasonic, Barbara Tucker, The Gories, Country Joe & The Fish, The Fuzztones, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Doors, Minny Pops, Ten City, Lalann, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Martian, Lou Reed, Faraquet, Quando Quango, Electric Prunes, The Count Five, AZ, Subhumans, Cheater Slicks, Electric Light Orchestra, Minnie Riperton, Guru Guru, Black Bananas, The Slits, Accadde A, Dennis Brown, K-Klass, Sun Ra, Deadbeat, Mark Hollis, Peter and Kerry, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Crime, Rhythm & Sound, These Immortal Souls, Mad Mike, Banda Bassotti, Neil Young, Harmonia, Fluxion, Kayak, Audionom, Maleditus Sound, Scientists, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.

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)