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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.