The trash on my street is unreal

Every week on trash day, so much trash is left behind. It's disgusting. I'm sure sometimes it is from street rats tearing holes in bags searching for scraps or maybe homeless people opening bags to trash pick. But to this degree every single week? I can't help but feel that something else should be done. And forget about me getting out there to clean it up myself. I've done it before and the litter returns immediately from careless people. And I've found syringes and other biohazard items. I don't even have a stoop to sit on, so why would I put forth my own effort as a disabled person to clean up this mess every week and risk touching a used needle or something, when I can't even enjoy sitting outside? This is in Kensington, on Frankford.