"The song … has a kind of weary sense of defeat. It’s as if you found that you had just become incontinent and soiled your clothing, but you’ve just been given an enormous amount of painkillers so it doesn’t matter. It’s a combination of defeat and indifference."
Someone should offer him a job as a regular columnist. If you don’t have some kind of allergy to old guys talking about the 60s, his favourite albums list for the Quietus is a good read too.