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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.

All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drive Like Jehu, Fatback Band, The Grass Roots, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Litter, Roger Hodgson, The Fugs, Das Ding, Kerri Chandler, Gabor Szabo, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Beau Brummels, Mr. Review, Robert Görl, Rosa Yemen, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Techniques, Lucky Dragons, Crash Course in Science, The Walker Brothers, Pagans, Lee Hazlewood, The Seeds, Circle Jerks, Boz Scaggs, Iggy Pop, The Residents, Pere Ubu, Quando Quango, Organ, In Retrospect, Silicon Teens, Ken Boothe, The Mojo Men, Interpol, Tears for Fears, Soul Sonic Force, Gregory Isaacs, Mission of Burma, The Gap Band, Rites of Spring, Marvin Gaye, Parry Music, Radiohead, Lightning Bolt, Ponytail, Arcadia, Ajijia Myrayebe, Letta Mbulu, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Essential Logic, John Coltrane, Sound Behaviour, Section 25, China Crisis, Lou Reed & Metallica, Qualms, Eurythmics, The American Breed, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.

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)