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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.