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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Faust,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.