Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.