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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.