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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.