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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Radio Birdman, Easy Going, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Cluster, Kango’s Stein Massive, Sister Nancy, Jandek, The Moody Blues, DJ Style, The Smiths, Fear, The Zeros, Goldenarms, Can, Pylon, Ajijia Myrayebe, This Heat, The Cosmic Jokers, Soul Sonic Force, Flash Fearless, The J.B.'s, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Kaleidoscope, Franke, Skaos, The Walker Brothers, Ronnie Foster, Skarface, David Axelrod, Buzzcocks, Zapp, Lyres, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Danielle Patucci, Infiniti, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Hoover, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Men They Couldn't Hang, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ultravox, Liaisons Dangereuses, Man Eating Sloth, Cybotron, Sight & Sound, a-ha, Boz Scaggs, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, FM Einheit, The Stooges, Bang On A Can, Lou Reed & John Cale, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Babytalk, The Saints, Nik Kershaw, The Offenders, Vainqueur, Carl Craig, Chris & Cosey, Fat Boys, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.

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)