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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.