I keep the world running, without me there is chaos.
I am by design a broken soul, letting anyone pick me up.
People have tried to fix me, many times over the years. But I reached my prime in the 80s, and most stopped caring then. Some were more hopeful, trying desperately to make me smarter. They kept teaching this old dog new tricks, even past the age of 50.
I have many admirers, but most are old like me. I've been Banking on them, as they have on me.
Government work just isn't my style, but I've played the political game for a long while.
Recently I've had issues (after all I haven't aged well). This has led to new admirers, much to everyone's dismay.
I started in the paper industry, so that annoys some. After all, I haven't changed the one aspect that I should... Unfortunately, people tend to complain about it. Sometimes I just need some air behind me is all...
I'm an ancient beast that should probably die, but here I am to stay. You'll never be able to forget me, because without me the world decays.
Who or What am I?