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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.