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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Bar-Kays, The Sisters of Mercy, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Sonics, Model 500, Fad Gadget, Bobby Sherman, Peter & Gordon, Lebanon Hanover, Newcleus, Yazoo, Negative Approach, U.S. Maple, Boogie Down Productions, Rakim, Ice-T, The Red Krayola, Tomorrow, Michelle Simonal, Chris & Cosey, Juan Atkins, The Pretty Things, Sun Ra, Aural Exciters, Nik Kershaw, David McCallum, Colin Newman, Warsaw, Funky Four + One, The Doobie Brothers, Pulsallama, Joy Division, The Move, The Vogues, The J.B.'s, Larry & the Blue Notes, Motorama, Guru Guru, Theoretical Girls, Faust, Brick, Oppenheimer Analysis, Reuben Wilson, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Mary Jane Girls, DJ Style, Pole, Scan 7, Bluetip, Brand Nubian, The Shadows of Knight, Tom Boy, Swell Maps, Blossom Toes, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Al Stewart, Glambeats Corp., Whodini, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Depeche Mode, The Kinks, Kenny Larkin, Y Pants, cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.

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)