"Losing My Sense Of Taste" lyrics

I must be going through a metamorphosis
Pre-senile dementia or some kind of psychosis
I don't even care about rock and roll
All my old favourites seem tired and old

My whole collection now feels like a waste
I'm losing my sense of taste

I must be going through a huge transition
I noticed last night at an exhibition
I found myself feeling nostalgic and sad
Like the best of the culture's been had

Beardsley, Rothko and the modern S. Clays
I'm not interested in art these days

I must be going through a terrible shift
You say elevator and I call it a lift
We speak the same language but neither do well
Blab utter nonsense about fish to sell

I'm losing my sense of smell
I'm losing my sense of smell

I must be going through the motions at best
I thought of you so much that it caused me unrest
But I realise should you bother to call
I'd probably just leave the phone to ring off the wall

The beginning, the middle, the end must be nearing
Or maybe I'm losing my sense of hearing
I'm losing my sense of hearing