‘Don’t Touch My Soul With Dirty Hands’

Edie Sedgwick was a New York socialite, model and actress (1943 -1971)

Born in Santa Barbara, California, in 1943 to upper-class aristocratic parents. Edie’s later life is characterized by tumultuous social upheaval and a yo-yo like existence, fluttering back and forth between associates and ‘friends’ made at Warhol’s factory.

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Virtually on first meeting Edie in March 1965, Warhol was hooked! Edie instantly became Warhol’s muse and just like a drug addiction he seemed dependent on Edie’s presence. Drawn to Edie’s charismatic, flamboyant, glamourous, extravagant, carefree, and gregarious personality – Edie was always the life of the party – and Warhol quickly became captivated.

In 1964 Edie dropped out of Harvard university, moved to New York and lived with her maternal grandmother who supported her lifestyle with an $80 000 trust fund. Edie aspired to become a fashion model and actress, undertaking courses in classical dance and acting. Within months Edie moved out of her grandmothers house and into an apartment furnished and paid for by her wealthy parents.

Edie’s New York period was a whirlwind! swept up into the city’s nightlife scene with her harvard friends, Warhol and artist friends she met alone the way… one night blurred into the next… recreational drug use soon became habitual abuse which like a wrecking ball absolutely devastated Edie’s life! In ruins… those once considered friends treated her like a social leper, outcast, socially marginalised and ostracised by society.

Bob Dylan’s song ‘like a rolling stone’ was written about Edie after the two met at Warhol’s factory in Soho and became friends for a moment in time…

Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone


Edie Sedgwick was admitted to a psychiatric ward after burning her parents apartment down in 1966. Edie survived an overdose in 1968. In 1971 Edie died from an overdose, found facedown on her pillow, suffocated (likely overdose), in 1971 at the age of 28. The years leading up to Edie’s death were optimistic. Edie had married Michael Post and planned to return to an acting and modelling career. Edie’s life seemed to be rising like a phoenix from the wake of destruction… just when everyone hoped Edie had turned her life around it vanished in an instant.

A life cut short – such a waste of a beautiful life. A young woman with the world at her feet and aces in her hand. Born into privilege. Curious and restless Edie dropped out of university and relished in the life of a socialite and artist. 

Taken before her time. The tragedy of drug and alcohol abuse. Far too many people are taken, killed by addiction. People with so much potential who fall by the wayside – who with the right support, friends, family, inner persistence, will and desire to turn their lives around – may have lived long and fulfilling lives. R.I.P.

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