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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.