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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.