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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.