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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.

All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amazonics, Los Fastidios, Sun City Girls, Flash Fearless, Jerry's Kids, Pole, The Litter, The Flesh Eaters, Charles Mingus, Pussy Galore, This Heat, Barrington Levy, Franke, Babytalk, Barry Ungar, Dead Boys, Nas, The Cowsills, Maurizio, Lakeside, Rites of Spring, Max Romeo, David Bowie, Andrew Hill, Whodini, the Bar-Kays, Yellowson, Excepter, Ronnie Foster, Al Stewart, Nik Kershaw, Aural Exciters, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Stockholm Monsters, Nils Olav, The Barracudas, Wire, Yusef Lateef, The Searchers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Banda Bassotti, The Fire Engines, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Radiohead, the Germs, Television, Quando Quango, Jacob Miller, Tim Buckley, Oblivians, Sandy B, Smog, Brick, The Techniques, Byron Stingily, Radiopuhelimet, Sugar Minott, Oneida, Derrick Morgan, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.

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)