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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
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.