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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.

All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Fania All-Stars, Bang On A Can, Kerrie Biddell, Graham Central Station, Excepter, Eric Dolphy, The Techniques, Unwound, The Busters, Television, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Bronski Beat, Public Image Ltd., Amazonics, Electric Light Orchestra, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Bauhaus, Panda Bear, Charles Mingus, Mars, The Fall, Flamin' Groovies, the Slits, Slave, Cluster, Gang Green, Das Ding, Yellowson, Banda Bassotti, The Names, The Stooges, Depeche Mode, Eli Mardock, Ultramagnetic MC's, Thompson Twins, Amon Düül, London Community Gospel Choir, New Age Steppers, Radiopuhelimet, Henry Cow, Lalo Schifrin, The Pretty Things, ABC, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Patti Smith, Althea and Donna, Kaleidoscope, Joyce Sims, Neu!, Section 25, Donny Hathaway, Gil Scott Heron, Tears for Fears, Skriet, Infiniti, Ultimate Spinach, Crash Course in Science, Barclay James Harvest, Babytalk, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.

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)