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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.