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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
10cc,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.