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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.

All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Swans, Jawbox, Pagans, Circle Jerks, Girls At Our Best!, Suburban Knight, Kaleidoscope, T.S.O.L., Flash Fearless, Rites of Spring, The Blackbyrds, Altered Images, Glambeats Corp., The Angels of Light, Tears for Fears, Rhythm & Sound, The Seeds, The Dead C, Colin Newman, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Soul Sonic Force, Monolake, Los Fastidios, The Saints, Model 500, Gabor Szabo, kango's stein massive, Ice-T, Icehouse, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Ohio Players, L. Decosne, Dark Day, Skaos, The Sonics, Derrick Morgan, Chris Corsano, Lou Reed & John Cale, Symarip, Rufus Thomas, Lungfish, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Birthday Party, Amon Düül, Roxette, 8 Eyed Spy, The Cowsills, X-102, Stereo Dub, Kool Moe Dee, Public Image Ltd., John Holt, The Fall, Tim Buckley, Robert Görl, Quantec, Sun City Girls, Stockholm Monsters, Urselle, Throbbing Gristle, Liliput, James Chance & The Contortions, Bronski Beat, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.

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)