Critics
Gary Numan Lyrics


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You could say I'm pretentious
You could say I'm the nazz
You could hail me as the new king of it all
You could say I'm nothing new
You could speak well of me
You could say it's already been done before

What will you make of my lines
What will you think I've said
What hidden secrets will you say are in my head

I feel you waiting for me
Waiting to dig my grave
I'm growing scared of everything you could say

Look in my eyes
There's no surprise at all
Critical mind
What will you find to say

Old faces in my wardrobe
So many I've not seen
Memories to look back on people I've been
Dead love on faded carpets
Nostalgia grows with time
I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine
I see your dirty finger
Marks are still on my wall
I can recall the time we tried it that way
In dingy hotel backrooms
Where paint cracks like your face
I must admit I have acquired the taste (?)

Stab my arm
With your synthetic feelings
You amaze me
I crave for you

You could say I'm pretentious




You could say I'm the nazz
You could hail me as the new king of it all

Overall Meaning

In Gary Numan's song "Critics," the artist addresses the idea of how critics and fans view his work. He acknowledges that people may consider him to be pretentious or nothing new, but at the same time, they could also hail him as the new king of music. He wonders what people will make of his lines and what hidden secrets they might say are in his head.


The artist expresses fear towards the critics and fans, as if they are waiting to dig his grave. He refers to old faces in his wardrobe, memories of people he has been and dead love on faded carpets. He sees the critics' dirty finger marks on his wall and recalls trying things in dingy hotel backrooms. He admits to acquiring a taste for the darker side of life, but at the same time, he feels amazement and a craving for the synthetic feelings that the critics bring to his attention.


Overall, "Critics" is a reflection of Gary Numan's vulnerability to the opinions of critics and fans as he navigates through his career. He is not afraid to acknowledge his fears and the darker aspects of his life, but at the same time, he craves the attention and feedback of his audience.


Line by Line Meaning

You could say I'm pretentious
You have the option to express that I have an exaggerated sense of my own importance or that I am making a claim to some form of identity that does not entirely belong to me.


You could say I'm the nazz
You have the choice to refer to me as an outstanding or impressive person.


You could hail me as the new king of it all
You could give me lavish praises and regard me as the ultimate authority in my field.


You could say I'm nothing new
You have the possibility of calling me unoriginal or not breaking free from conventions.


You could speak well of me
You have the alternative of praising my work or actions.


You could say it's already been done before
You have the preference to claim that there is nothing new or original about what I am doing.


What will you make of my lines
I wonder how you will interpret what I have written.


What will you think I've said
I am curious about what you will imagine my message to be.


What hidden secrets will you say are in my head
I wonder what you will speculate as being the deeper meanings or motivations behind my words.


I feel you waiting for me
I sense that you are anticipating my next move or waiting for me to make a mistake.


Waiting to dig my grave
I feel like you are patiently waiting for me to fail or be criticized.


I'm growing scared of everything you could say
I am starting to feel intimidated by the potential judgment or criticism that you might give me.


Look in my eyes
I want you to pay attention to me and to understand me more deeply.


There's no surprise at all
I think that you might already know everything that is going on with me.


Critical mind
I recognize that you are examining me and my work in great detail.


What will you find to say
I am questioning what your eventual opinion or evaluation of me will be.


Old faces in my wardrobe
I have kept the memories of people and experiences in my mind and revisit them often.


So many I've not seen
There are many memories that have become distant or foggy in my mind.


Memories to look back on people I've been
I keep the memories of who I have been in the past so that I can reflect and learn from them.


Dead love on faded carpets
I remember the love that I have lost, even though it is no longer present.


Nostalgia grows with time
My nostalgia becomes stronger as time passes.


I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine
I see your image, or a reflection of you, in my own image.


I see your dirty finger
I am reminded of your actions or deeds that have been less than pure.


Marks are still on my wall
Your impact on my life or my surroundings remains visible long after you are gone.


I can recall the time we tried it that way
I remember the time when we attempted something new or different.


In dingy hotel backrooms
We experimented with or practiced something secretively or in a hidden, unimpressive place.


Where paint cracks like your face
The space where I remember us being is old, dirty, or run-down.


I must admit I have acquired the taste (?)
I am realizing that I have become fond of something that I perhaps once found distasteful.


Stab my arm
Pierce or hurt me with your artificial emotions or feelings.


With your synthetic feelings
I feel like your emotions are not genuine and are instead manufactured.


You amaze me
I am impressed by you or find you fascinating in some way.


I crave for you
I desire your attention, approval, or acceptance.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GARY ANTHONY JAMES WEBB

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