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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.