The big news in 2012 is the Amtrak-ization of the Web. Yes, the Web-addicted still point to jumping revenues at Web companies such as search giant Google ( GOOG). The 15 ish-percent bump from Q2 to Q3 this past year is a popular point of digital pride. But sober observers are finally seeing that nationalized railroad sort of vibe: Operating profits slid by roughly the same percent or so for the same period. And the "down and to the right" profit margin trend was mimicked by Facebook ( FB), eBay ( EBAY), LinkedIn ( LNKD) and others. Considering that Web stars such as Amazon ( AMZN) long ago stopped caring about posting net margin percentages that are awfully tough to tell from zero, how long will it be before all information age companies pull into a similar razor-thin earnings station? Remember, it was just 100 years ago that our pathetic, subsidized railroad system, Amtrak, was not just one, but a group of the most powerful and profitable private companies ever. Today, nobody is turning off the Internet no matter what. So how far are we really from being forced to adopt some sort of Amtrak/power utility-like socialized model for the Web? History is not on the information age's side.
This was the year the music industry officially became the blue whale of the information age: big and beautiful, but seriously endangered. Just consider the band that the U.K.'s Guardian and Slate, just to name a few, say was the biggest in the world: Mumford & Sons. Indeed, the English folk rock boy band posted some gaudy stats this year, including a near-record 600,000 first-week unit sales for an album called Babel. Sure, that sounds fab -- except when you factor in the stunning ginormity of the digital music industry. As of the end of 2012, according to Scrobble, a music consumption tracking app by London-based online music service Last.fm, Mumford & Son's content was sampled by users 50.9 million times on its service across all devices since 2002, which is when Scrobble began tracking. Let's assume these 600,000 units sold at $16 each, a CD-like price. Forget the fact that a mere 1.1% of all those people listening to Last.fm converted into paying customers. Do the math and you'll see the world's "hottest band" makes just 19 cents per sample of their wildly popular tracks. And don't forget, this data is just for Last.fm. If you bake in digital consumption across other digital platforms -- iTunes, Grooveshark and all the rest -- revenue per sample rates probably fall well below a cent. Even in the age of digital pennies, that's pocket change. Gold medal: Hoping sex will sell.
But the far and away winner for what was not working in webonomics in 2012 goes to the Web's oldest profession: adult entertainment. Data in this sector are always murky. But I really have to hand it to Extremetech, which this year reliably pegged the shocking scale of porn sites such as Xvideo and YouPorn, which can fetch 4.4 billion page views per month -- about triple CNN's traffic. But according to published accounts, nobody's making that traffic pay. According to the 2012 XBIZ Research Report from Los Angeles-based XBIZ, which tracks trends among 6,000 adult industry members, a full 44.2% said this sort of free online content was their biggest concern. Stephen Yagielowicz, an editor at XBIZ, posted a slide for an upcoming SXSW panel that should be awfully familiar to those in the publishing and movie businesses: a diagram on how the industry must adapt to fewer paying customers and more Web freeloaders. There is talk of live Webcam services that resist digital commoditization -- it was a hot topic at what was likely the first virtual adult entertainment convention, held back in February -- but this was the year pornographers got intimate with the reality of life in the digital age: doing more for less. "Stars that used to make $1,500 a scene are now making half that," is how Michael Stabile described the practical effects of the technology on Salon.com. "But the small-time producer, a ubiquitous part of the industry during its boom years, is almost extinct." The Playboy Mansion it ain't.