Morrissey, or being an old fart

Last night I saw Morrissey at Wolftrap (beautiful venue). It was a surprisingly good show. He was beautiful and suave, very Morrissey-like in his almost Bryan Ferry way. Took his shirt off to reveal middle-aged hairy chest. Still kind of sexy, though.
Anyway, he was playing a few old numbers (read: Smiths) that I love and know well. The crowd, mostly old folks like me, were in the same boat.
Here's where I have my problem. Although I like much of the newer Morrissey stuff (see First of the Gang to Die, You Have Killed Me), I'm particulary attached to songs like How Soon is Now or Please Let Me Get What I Want. But, does it make Morrissey feel bad when we're all excited for material he released decades ago and provide a mediocre response to new material that I expect he's proud of and worked hard on. You see, it's even worse, because Morrissey is a really generous performer. He touched practically everyone in the first three rows and accepted cards and notes from all who delivered them. He even put them in his pocket or displayed them against the drum kit. It was really nice (although I think it's weird that people want to pass Morrissey a note at the concert).
For myself, although you could certainly see the excitement in my body language when one of my favorite old songs came on, I tried to applaud equally throughout, showing my appreciation for all of his work. Think of how sad you would feel if everyone thought you peaked in 1985. Morrissey is sad enough already.
Partial set list of songs I recognized well:
The Queen is Dead
Last of the Famous International Playboys
You Have Killed Me
Girlfriend in a Coma
Everyday is like Sunday
Boy with aThorn in his Side
Please Let Me Get What I Want
First of the Gang to Die
How Soon is Now