
At best, a controller becomes invisible, obliterated, unobserved, hanging in the moments between moments. It is not our hands that grasp the controller, but the controller which grasps our hands, pulling our extremities, our very cognisance, into a universe of twitch, a place where we become ghosts, where the game is the all, the distillation of a remote id, that ... wait... hang on. That's all getting a bit Edge.
Here's a funny and sarcastic list of rubbish game controllers.